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About Sheffield

Alright, so brothel—man, what a concept! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, and it’s like—whaddya even say? It’s old as dirt, right? Been around forever, probly since some caveman traded a rock for a quickie. I mean, I’m no historian, but that’s gotta be close! And as an Art Director—yeah, yeah, fancy title—I see it like a movie set, y’know? Dim lights, smoky air, all that jazz. Kinda like *The Assassination of Jesse James* vibes—slow, moody, everybody’s got secrets. “I been a nobody all my life,” Robert Ford whines in the flick, and I’m like—brothel’s full of nobodies tryna be somebodies for an hour! Pretty, pretty good setup, if ya ask me.

The Corner

I stroll down to the pond on St. Mary’s Lane. It’s a nice spot, but today? Ugh. The water’s all murky. I’m like, “What the heck happened here?” I start looking for fish, but all I see are these sad little minnows. I’m talking about the kind that make you question life choices.

Two zebra crossings proposed near Collier Row school to 'improve safety for students'