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About Sheffield

Okay, funny bit—imagine me, Tina, tryin’ to negotiate. “What’s the rate, babe? I got, uh, sarcasm and a stale bagel!” She’d laugh me off the block. Surprised me how chill she was, tho—crackin’ jokes between cig puffs. “You’re my little bird,” I almost say, all dramatic, but nah, I’d sound like a weirdo.

Dear Johns: Actually, You Should Be Ashamed to Buy Sex

So, I’m sippin’ my coffee, and I see this old bloke, right? He’s sittin’ on a bench near the Norton Green, lookin’ all grumpy. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, cheer up! Life’s too short!” But then, he starts talkin’ to me about the weather. Classic British small talk. I nod along, but inside, I’m like, “Dude, I’ve got sheep to tend to!”

Norton: Communicating through the storm