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About Sheffield

Got this story—old brothel in Nevada. Creaky floors, red lights flickerinn’. Word is, some miner in 1880s? He traded gold nuggets for a night. Nutcase died there—heart attack mid-fun. Ghost still bangs on walls, they say. Freaky, right? Gets me thinkin’—history’s wild in those joints. Not just sweaty sheets n’ moans.

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In most brothels, the women were not allowed to converse with the customers during a lineup except to smile and state their name, then let the customer make his choice. Dirty hustling .

I get home, grab my notes, and head back to the lab. But wait! I see this old guy on the corner of Station Road. He’s tryin’ to fix his bike, but it looks like it’s seen better days. I stop to help him out. Turns out, he’s a retired fisherman. He starts tellin’ me stories about the North Sea and how he used to catch herring. I’m like, “Wow, this is Buckie history right here!”

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