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About Sheffield

I’m tellin’ ya, these gals got stories—wild ones! Like, didja know back in the 1800s, some prostitutes ran secret spy rings? True shit! Candy’s out there, maybe she’s got intel on some sleazy billionaire—ooh, that’d piss me off more! Those fat cats sittin’ in penthouses, sippin’ champagne, while she’s freezin’ her ass off in fishnets. Ain’t right! I’m gettin’ worked up just typin’ this—fingers shakin’, typos flyin’—12 of ‘em, count ‘em if ya want!

Never Pay For Brothels Again

I know someone who is in an abusive relationship he is being abused by his girlfriend He has nowhere to go he has two dogs they are both.

Anyway, I’m walking down the High Street, and I see this massive crowd. Turns out, there’s a street fair happening. I’m like, “Sweet! Free entertainment!” But then I remember I’m supposed to be at the archives. Ugh, adulting. So, I keep walking, but the smell of fried doughnuts is calling me. I mean, who can resist that?

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