Katherine Peterhead Brothel ❤️

About Birmingham

Oi, mate, I’m a tractor driver, ja! Dis brothel ting, it’s wild, I tell ya! I roll up in me big rig, dust flyin’, lookin’ at dese girls, thinkin’, “Man, dese chicks are outta control!” Like in *Spring Breakers*, ya know, “Dis is da fuckin’ dream!” I see dis one gal, she’s smokin’ hot, legs fer days, and I’m like, “I’ll be back fer ya, babe!” Brothels, dey got dis vibe—gritty, loud, kinda sketchy, but damn, it’s alive!

Heroes, and Villains. Tourists and Tragedy.

After that, I head over to the local market on Marischal Street. It’s packed! I’m dodgin’ folks left and right, tryin’ to keep my pigs from makin’ a mess. You know how it is. I spot this old lady, bless her heart, tryin’ to haggle for some turnips. She’s got more fire than a bonfire night! “I’m not payin’ a penny over a pound!” she yells. I’m thinkin’, “Lady, it’s just turnips!” But hey, you do you, right?

Peterhead v Spartans