Vanessa Kelvin Grove Brothel ❤️

About Wellington

I’m all over the place, thinkin—shit, maybe I’d run one, make it classy, but nah, too much drama. Joy’s whisperin, “It could be fun!” but Anger’s screamin, “Motherfucker, you’d lose your damn mind!” Been to one once—don’t judge me, motherfucker—place smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda liked the vibe, though, real raw, ya know? Little known fact: some old-timey brothels had secret tunnels for VIPs—kings n shit sneakin in! That’s badass, right?

My Whereis

So, I chugged that latte (ugh) and decided to stroll down to the park. You know, the one by the Kelvin-Grove School? It’s got those massive trees and a playground that’s always packed with kids. I was just vibing, listening to my tunes, when BAM! A soccer ball comes flying at me. I ducked just in time. Kids these days have no aim! I turned around, and this little dude was like, “Sorry, mate!” I couldn’t help but laugh. Kids are hilarious.

Scottish band The Bluebells perform with dementia choir at Kelvingrove Art Gallery