Allison Selfoss Prostitute ❤️

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Lemme paint the pic— last week, 2 a.m., this chick rolls up, fishnets ripped, mascara runnin’ like she’s cryin’ black tears. I’m like, “Yo, you good?” She laughs, says, “Money’s my wushu, babe.” Straight up *Crouching Tiger* energy— fierce, but broken inside, ya know? Made me sad as hell, fam. Like, she’s out here flippin’ tricks while I’m tossin’ drunk fools out the door. Two sides, same grind. “The heart commands, the hand obeys,” Ang Lee’s wisdom hittin’ hard.

„Mað­ur lít­ur stund­um upp og sér að það eru bara jakka­föt í kring­um mann“

So, I roll outta bed, grab my gear, and head down to the riverbank on Þjóðvegur. The sun's barely up, and the water's glistening like it’s tryin’ to show off. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s the day I catch the big one!” But first, coffee. Gotta fuel up, right? I swing by the local café, Kaffi Selfoss. Best coffee in town, no cap. I order my usual—black, strong, and a pastry that’s probably gonna ruin my diet. But who cares? Life’s too short!

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