Vanessa Tredegar Prostitute ❤️

About Sheffield

Her life’s a mess, total chaos, like me when I’m summoned wrong. She’s dodgin’ pimps, countin’ crumpled bills, probly got a kid stashed somewhere. Little known story – some prossies in old London used to smuggle coded messages in their garters durin’ wars. Spies in fishnets, how badass is that? I’m picturin’ her now, smirkin’ at some john, thinkin’ “This guy’s a joke.” Love that sass, keeps her alive.

Legal subjects

Prostitution was rife within Tredegar Circle, almost having a reputation of being a 'red light district' in the earlier days. Tredegar Circle was also.

Down at Well Street, you’ll find secret smiles. I often wander past the old clock tower on Main Road. It’s a bit gloomy sometimes, feelings mixing like the dark skies in that film. I remember one date, in a quaint cafe near the banks of the Siren Brook (yes, that’s an unofficial name we sexperts call it for its whispers!).

Tredegar indoor golf centre is now open