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About Sheffield

Favorite bit? Her sass. Called me “Tin Man” once—nearly lost it laughin. But real talk, it’s grim too. “The end is near,” like in the film—some don’t make it. Ruby vanished last month, no trace. Freaked me out, man—where’d she go? Hope she’s ok, y’know, not floatin in some ditch. Prostitutes got stories, layers—ain’t just meat for sale. They’re fuckin warriors, facin the galaxy’s scum. *Heavy breathing* I am your father—respect em, or I’ll find ya.

~ An occasional blog, mainly photos

During their monthly period many of the girls have to take time off school, use leaves or dirty rags. Some have even resorted to prostitution to raise money to.

Outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my mate, Dave. He’s at the pub on The Square, sending me pics of pints. I’m like, “Really, Dave? I’m stuck here!” But I can’t help but chuckle. That’s classic Dave.

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