Sarah St. Helier Whore ❤️

About Sheffield

Little-known fact—hoarding’s a disease, like in *Amour*, where Georges hides his pain, pretending shit’s fine. “It’s nothing,” he’d mutter, while his wife’s dying. Same with cash hoarders—clinging to it, pretending it’s safety. Pisses me off! You’re not safe, you’re just broke slower. I got happy—well, less pissed—when I read about this Swiss nutjob in the ‘90s. Guy buried gold bars, forgot where, lost millions. Laughed my ass off—serves him right, the greedy bastard.

Walk a bit further down Hollow Street—yeah, it's kinda run-down sometimes, but there's soul there. Here’s where you see life in its raw, beautiful form. I’ve met loads of interesting souls here, each with their quirks and heartaches. Like that time I was debugging an app feature while watching life's intricate little patterns in the puddles. My mind just goes blank—like “Time to stand up and fight,” echoing Moolaadé’s rallying cry, ya know?

Inside St Helier Hospital, staff fear a ‘quad-demic’