Makayla Kirkwall Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About London

Me fave bit? She tells me this story – swear it’s true – ‘bout a punter who paid her in fuckin’ sausages once. Sausages! I’m cryin’ laughin’, “Sharon! You hearin’ this?!” Fuckin’ mental. Couldn’t make it up. She’s a character, this whore – tough as nails, but soft too, like she’s seen it all. I’m thinkin’, “Ozzy, you daft bastard, she’s more rock’n’roll than you!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it, it’s a good yarn.

Kirkwall on a map

I am ever haunted by the under-roos in these games. Who is swinging a sword in a strapless bra?!?!?!? Why do dwarves all have to suffer leather mini dresses?!?.

Next, I stroll down to the harbor. The water’s all sparkly, and I’m feelin’ good. But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Typical, right? I’m like, “Seriously, Kirkwall? You couldn’t hold off for five more minutes?” I duck into a shop on Albert Street. It’s a little gift shop, and I’m just tryin’ to stay dry.

Kirkwall town centre set to get a new ‘boarding house’