Harper Collier Row Brothel ❤️

About Sheffield

Me? I’d burn the place down—not the girls, the system. Makes me happy imagining it—flames, chaos, freedom. But nah, reality’s a bitch. Brothels keep humming, cash flows, lies pile up. “One cannot refuse fate,” Ang Lee’s poetry crap—guess they’re stuck, and I’m just ranting. Everybody lies, even me—saying I don’t care. I do. Kinda. Screw it.

Brothels Colliery Row

So, I pack up my stuff, feeling all pumped. I head over to the church, and it’s beautiful. The sun’s setting, and the light hits the stained glass just right. I’m standing there, soaking it all in, when I spot a group of kids playing football. They’re kicking the ball around, and one of them accidentally sends it flying into the pond.

Man taken to hospital after crash in Collier Row