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About Sheffield

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes—Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” Creepy, right? So, I’m sittin here thinkin bout this hooker I saw once—gorgeous, tragic, like somethin outta *Timbuktu*. That flick, man, it’s my fave—dusty, raw, real shit. This chick, she’s hustlin on the corner, heels clickin like gunshots. Reminds me of that line, “The desert eats us whole.” She’s out there, swallowed by the night, y’know?

Ealing, Greater London

Anyway, I hop on the bus to Ealing Broadway. I’m crammed in there like a sardine. And this dude next to me? He’s blasting some awful music on his phone. I’m like, “Bro, we’re not at a rave!” But he just gives me this look like I’m the problem. Ugh, people!

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