Angelina Kirkwall Whore ❤️

About Liverpool

Lucrecia’s film—Verónica, she drifts, lost she is. “I hit something,” she mumbles—whore’s life, that feel it has. Banged up, bruised, but moving, they keep. Love that, I do—resilient, they are! Ever met one, you have? Stories, they’d tell—clients crying, not screwing, some nights! Hilarious, that is—softies in tough shells, hah!

Where Your Ship Will Dock

So, I roll into Kirkwall, right? First thing I notice is the wind. It’s like the city’s got its own personality. Blows right through ya, like it’s tryin’ to say, “Welcome, mate! Hope you like it here!” I’m like, “Yeah, sure, just don’t take my hat!”

Break-in reported at the Co-op Food