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About Seltjarnarnes

Me, I’d say—friggin’ relaxing, when done right. Had one once—lady’s hands, soft as hell, but strong! Angry, I got, when she stopped—wanted more, dammit! “Gleaning is an old freedom,” Varda says—freedom, yeah, in those oily fingers. Slippery, sloppy, sexy—muscles melt, you’re jelly. Surprised me, how good—thought it’d be awkward, nope! Total bliss, I’m tellin’ ya—cocky masseuse, smirking, knew her power.

Our location

Next, I’m wandering around Tjörnin, the lake in the middle of the city. It’s so pretty, with ducks and swans just chillin’. I sit on a bench, and this old man starts feeding the birds. I’m thinking, “Man, I wanna be that chill when I’m old.” But then, the ducks start fighting over the bread. It’s like a scene from a nature documentary. I’m cracking up, and the old man gives me a look like I’m the crazy one.

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