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About Sheffield

Here’s a wild tidbit—didja know, back in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs? Stand out, attract the pervs—smart, right? Little known fact! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, imaginin’ her—heels clickin’, wig slippin’, laughin’ at some drunk fool. Makes me chuckle—sly foxes, they are! Sarcasm kicks in—oh, sure, she’s livin’ the dream, huh? Rollin’ in dough—yeah, sticky, crumpled bills.

Welcome to Bluetown: Where every other house is a public house and every third house a brothel.

Yesterday my father and I went to Halfway cemetery in Sheerness, where I found the grave of my 3rd great-grand uncle, George HOOKER along with his wife Jane.

I do not prepare lists - just pure spontaneity. Y’know, fellas, when you stroll by streets messily called Dockside Lane, you feel energy. I once sat on a curb, watching seagulls do crazy dances. It made me laugh and cry at same time, like when life funny, like “A Prophet” style, raw and exciting no?

CCTV footage released as fears continue to mount for missing Patrick, 85