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So I spot her—legs like a dream, eyes sharp as my scalpel. “Love’s a funny thing,” I mutter, quotin Haynes’ flick again—cuz it is, ain’t it? She’s playin her part, I’m playin mine. We haggle—20 mins, 50 bucks, no funny biz. She’s cool, chill, tells me she’s savin for a kid’s birthday. Damn, that hit me—soft spot, Clarice, don’t tell no one. I’m thinkin, this world’s a mess, but she’s got heart. “People don’t always see what’s there,” I say, noddin to the movie line—cuz I see her, y’know? Not just the gig.

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I sometimes linger at the old Clocktower Square. It rings out like our quirky souls, beating in tune with life's irregular rhythm. On a warm evening, honesty struck me like a jolt – every second felt precious. Crazy, huh? Totally bonkers but real.

15 fascinating black and white photos looking back at old Sheffield in days gone by