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About Sheffield

It’s messy, sexual-massage is. Boundaries blur, hearts race, and next thing ya know, you’re hooked—like Marion tradin’ her soul for a fix. “We got a winner,” she’d say, but who’s winnin’ here? Not the stiffs who judge it, that’s for sure. I say, live a little—let those hands roam, feel alive. Just don’t lose yourself, fam. That’s the *Requiem* lesson—chase the high, but don’t fall off the edge. Now, where’s my damn stapler?

Call to book

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, heavy rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standin’ there, lookin’ like a drowned rat, and I can’t help but laugh. “Great, just great,” I mutter. I’m a forester, not a swimmer!

Highbury drug dealer returning to prison five years after release