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About Sheffield

So Theresa’s playin’ this hooker, right? Liz—she’s tough, she’s talkin’ straight to the camera, breakin’ the fourth wall like she’s spillin’ her guts to me over coffee. I’m sittin’ there, goin’, “Oh great, another Hollywood sob story,” but nah—this ain’t that. It’s dirty, it’s real, it’s like she’s sayin’, “You think you know me? You don’t know jack!” And I’m noddin’, ‘cause damn, she’s got a point. Ken Russell, that crazy bastard, he didn’t sugarcoat it. No “Pretty Woman” nonsense here—none of that “prince on a white horse” crap. It’s all johns, sweat, and bad vibes.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

So, I grab the fire extinguisher, and as I’m spraying it everywhere, I’m thinkin’, “This is not how I pictured my Tuesday.” After that little fiasco, I’m trying to calm down. I decide to take a break and head to the café on the corner of Commercial Road. Best coffee in town, I swear. I order my usual – a flat white – and sit outside, just chillin’.

Work begins on Paddock Wood community centre