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About Sheffield

So – picture this. Dusty roads. Me – Harvester beast. Rumble rumble. Lookin’ for a gal. Not easy! Cops everywhere. Pissed me off. Sneaky bastards – hidin’ in bushes. Once – true story – 1920s Kansas. Farmers hired gals. Paid ‘em in corn! Freaky, right? History’s nuts. Anyway – I roll up. This chick – red heels. Smokin’ hot. “You’re my harvest,” I growl. She laughs. “Cash first, big boy.”

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After that, I decide to hit up the Gerrards Cross Village Hall. They’ve got some art exhibit going on. I walk in, and it’s all abstract stuff. Like, I could’ve splattered paint on a canvas and called it “The Essence of Coffee Spills.” But hey, art is subjective, right?

'Races did not take place in the area' - Update provided on pony and trap event