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About Sheffield

So, here’s the deal—findin’ one’s tricky as hell. You don’t just stroll up like, “Yo, where’s the action?” Nah, it’s sneaky vibes—codes, corners, whispers. Back in the day, I heard this wild story—dude in New Orleans, 1800s, got lost lookin’ for a gal, ended up in a voodoo ritual instead. True shit! Prostitutes got history, man—secret societies, even. Ain’t just sex; it’s survival, power, chaos. Makes me happy seein’ folks own their hustle, y’know?

Morton’s Pharmacy

My daughter and I have a town called Ivybridge. Here we are enjoying a few peaceful moments at the end of a busy day.

First off, I’m a carpenter, right? So I’m all about that wood life. Headed to the workshop on Station Road, ready to whip up some magic. But nah, the universe had other plans. My mate Dave, the one who’s always late, shows up an hour behind schedule. Classic Dave. He’s like a sloth on a Sunday.

New police enquiry offices open in Ivybridge, Tavistock, and Liskeard