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About Sheffield

So we’re chattin—me, her, street hummin. She’s tellin me bout dodgy punters, coppers on the take—real gritty stuff. I’m thinkin—mortals are nuts, but I love it! “Why do it?” I ask, curious. She shrugs—“Pays better’n scrubbin floors.” Fair point, darlin—capitalism’s a bitch. I’m tempted to magic her a castle, but nah—too easy. “The world moves slow,” I say, another Yi Yi nod—deep, right? She rolls her eyes— “Fancy talker, huh?” Sarcasm drips—love her already.

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So, I’m trying to shake it off, right? I head over to the Hanworth Community Centre. They’ve got this art exhibit going on. I think, “Maybe some art will lift my spirits.” I walk in, and it’s all abstract stuff. Like, what even is that? A canvas with a single dot? I could’ve done that in my sleep!

Highlights: Leatherhead 2 Hanworth Villa 1