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About Sheffield

Lemme tell ya, she’s got guts. Ain’t no shy wallflower, nah, she’s yellin’ at johns, “Pay up, asshole!” Made me laugh, fuckin’ ballsy, right? But it pisses me off too—how’d she end up here? Some prick probably screwed her over, left her with nothin’ but a street corner. Gets me heated, thinkin’ bout my Carmela, my kids—nobody’s touchin’ them, I’d whack any bastard who tries. This girl, though, she’s alone, no crew, no protection. Surprised me, honestly, how she keeps goin’. Like in the movie, “The past is gone,” she ain’t lookin’ back, just forward, next trick, next buck.

Market Deeping

So, I stroll down to the High Street, and bam! I see this old bloke, right? He’s trying to sell his homemade jams. I’m like, “Mate, you’re in the wrong place. This ain’t the Great British Bake Off!” But he’s all passionate about his strawberry-rhubarb combo. I mean, who even thought of that? I’m half tempted to buy a jar just to support the guy, but then I remember my fridge is already packed with stuff I’ll never eat.

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