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About Sheffield

Been diggin’ into this—whore’s old as dirt, oldest job, they say. Babylonians had temple gals, sacred sex workers, wild huh? Makes ya wonder who’s judgin’ who. I got mad thinkin’ how folks still spit on ‘em—hypocrites everywhere! Like, “Who did this?” from *Caché*—nobody owns up, just points fingers. Pisses me off, mate.

Out of Reach

Ireland's leading ghostwriter on the book everyone is talking about.

First off, I hit up the local café on South Street. You know, the one with the weirdly named pastries? I ordered a “Lancing Delight” or whatever. It was just a scone, but hey, I’m not judging. I take a bite, and it’s like a flavor explosion! But then, BAM! My phone buzzes. It’s my mate, Dave. He’s like, “Meet me at the beach, ASAP!”

Beachfront caravan park given permission to operate more units all year round