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About Sheffield

Here’s the trick, savvy? Ya gotta haggle, but not too hard—insult ‘em, an’ ye might find a blade at yer throat! Learned that in Nassau once—lass near took me ear off! Surprised me, she did, fast as a cannonball. “This is my place,” she snapped, like Joey in the flick claimin’ his turf. Respect, aye, that’s the key! An’ don’t be flashin’ gold all daft-like—thieves watchin’, always watchin’.

Hampden Road's racy past

Read this over someone's shoulder today - application for a lap-dancing licence for the Music Palace on Tottenham Lane N8. More here.

So, I’m strummin’ away in my flat on Crouch Hill, right? The sun’s peeking through the curtains, and I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. But then, boom! My neighbor, old Mrs. Jenkins, starts blasting some weird opera music. Like, who even listens to that at 8 AM? I mean, c’mon! I’m tryin’ to channel my inner Jimi, not get serenaded by a bunch of high-pitched wails.

A Tale of Modern Love(craft): "Crouch End" by Stephen King