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About Sheffield

I’m sittin’ there thinkin’, sippin’ whiskey in my head, picturin’ the velvet curtains, the creaky beds, the giggles floatin’ thru smoky air. Kinda funny, right? Dudes roll in all cocky, leave broke and smilin’. “We’re all telling stories,” Polley’d say, “to make sense of it.” Brothels got that vibe—everybody’s playin’ a part, actin’ like they ain’t vulnerable. I dig that, the masks, the game. Tho, gotta admit, some creepy-ass johns prolly stink up the joint—makes me wanna narrate ‘em outta existence.

The rebirth of Phoenix

There are no working girls in attendance as it is just not profitable anymore. This was far from what she made us believe on the tour where she suggested she.

But then, I see this dog. A little scruffy thing, wagging its tail like it just won the lottery. I’m like, “Aww, look at you!” Totally forgot about my wet shoes for a sec. I bend down to pet it, and it jumps up, muddy paws all over my jeans. Ugh! Now I’m a walking mess. Thanks, pup.

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