Makayla Bishops Waltham Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

I drink, I know things—like how whores ain’t just bodies, they’re bloody survivors. “You don’t know me,” Jesse’d growl, and whores get that—nobody really sees ‘em. I’d exaggerate and say they’re the backbone of Westeros, but nah, too far. Still, they’ve got grit. Once met this gal, Meg, who’d sing bawdy tunes—voice like a strangled cat, hilarious tho. “Coward’s way out,” she’d cackle, mockin’ shy punters. Loved her for it.

The National Archives

Bishops waltham is a substantial small town built around the crossroads of the B road which runs from Fareham towards Eastleigh and the B running from.

I’m dodgin’ folks left and right. There’s this old lady on the corner of Brook Street, bless her heart, tryin’ to cross. I’m thinkin’, “C’mon, lady, I got sheep to shear!” But she’s takin’ her sweet time. I’m about to lose it. But then she looks up at me, and I can’t help but smile. She’s got this twinkle in her eye, like she’s seen it all.

Singing, toys and more in Bishop's Waltham, Swanmore, and Meon Valley