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About Sheffield

Anyway, we find one—skinny, twitchy, smokin’ a cig. I’m thinkin’, “This is costing me something.” She’s chargin’ double ‘cause it’s late. Buddy’s happy, I’m pissed—whole thing’s a racket. Costs more than my whiskey stash! And the smell—cheap perfume, like Sy Ableman’s cologne. Made me wanna puke. Little fact: some use baby powder to mask it. Doesn’t work, just smells like a powdered ass.

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Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Get back in your bunks! Private Gomer Pyle: [still shouting] I must master it as I must master my life! [Hartman storms into the.

Oh, and the neighbourhood of South Pyle? Yup, that's where the quirky art studios at Harrow Lane are. A bunch o’ souls, much like therapy patients in need of healing almost—intense but also beautifully raw. My sessions sometimes trace back to these quirky corners, when I realize, aha, people heal in these unplanned, mysterious ways, like fragments of memories from past lives.

Busy Newbury roundabout shut tonight