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About Sheffield

Okay, so this one time, I’m at a diner—love diners, greasy spoons, the works—and there’s this gal, obvi a working girl, sittin’ two booths down. She’s eatin’ fries, lookin’ tired, and I’m like, “She’s got guts!” Out there, hustlin’, while I’m whinin’ about my coffee bein’ cold. I wanna tip her—just for existin’—but nah, too awkward. I’m a coward! She prob’ly deals with worse schmucks than me daily. Surprised me, though—how normal she looked. Not some cartoon hooker—real person, fries and all.

Kings Langley: A Hertfordshire village of very little

First off, I’m cruisin’ down the High Street, right? Just me and my trusty old bike. The sun’s shinin’, birds are chirpin’, and I’m feelin’ like a million bucks. Then BAM! I see this old lady, bless her heart, tryin’ to cross the road at the roundabout near the Kings Langley train station. She’s movin’ slower than molasses in January. I’m like, “C’mon, lady, you can do it!” But she’s just takin’ her sweet time. I swear, I almost hopped off my bike to help her.

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