Everly Kirkwall Brothel ❤️

About Sheffield

So check it—I first laid eyes on brothel at this shady pawn shop, right? Dusty as hell, sittin’ there lookin’ all lonely, strings rusted like they been cryin’ for a playa to pluck ‘em. I’m thinkin’, “What is this thing?” Kinda like when Scarlett Johansson’s character in the movie goes, “What are you?”—mysterious, ya feel me? Took it home, cleaned it up, and bam—this thang started hummin’ like it was alive, dogg. Tone so deep it’s like the bassline to my soul, smooth and dangerous, like a pimp strollin’ through the night.

The Ayre Hotel, Kirkwall

As the sun starts to set, I’m walkin’ back to my truck, feelin’ all sorts of emotions. Kirkwall, you’ve got a way of messin’ with my head. I’m angry, happy, surprised, and a bit soaked. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Break-in reported at the Co-op Food