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About Dallas

Picture this—Rome, like in Sorrentino’s film, all glitz and rot. “The only thing left is the void,” Jep mutters. Whore fits right in—shiny on the outside, hollowed out by judgy pricks. I’d sit there with a glass of chianti, smirkin’ at the irony. Ever hear about that French courtesan, La Païva? Mid-1800s, she whored her way to millions, built a mansion outta spite. Badass! Makes me happy thinkin’ she flipped the bird to the snobs.

Prostitution in Sheffield.

For sex workers on the streets of Sheffield, the attitudes of the public are the least dangerous in a long line of hazards they face on a daily basis.

Then, there's Riverbend Park. Yup, that park near the old mill. A hidden gem, kinda secret. I’d sneak away for midnight chats. The river sings, "you can recall your past lives, my friend" – haha, sounds spooky right? I was freaked out once, but then again, love is madness!

Sheffielders' memories of VE Day and what it means to them