Sarah Strood Whore ❤️

About Sheffield

So yeah, whores—they’re scrappers, survivors. Kinda like me, minus the rhinestones. “Love is a shadow,” the film says—ain’t that the truth? They’re out there, chasin’ shadows, makin’ do. Makes me happy they got grit—surprised me how deep it runs! Next time you see one, tip your hat, y’all—she’s a dang pioneer! Now, I gotta scoot—hair ain’t gonna tease itself! Love ya, mean it!

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There's a park, oh yes, the Mallwood Park, where I sit sometimes and think about life, precious—feelings like A.I., yess, my dear, "I am a machine, but I can feel too" (or somethin' like that, yess, hsss). That park, it's the perfect place, quiet in the rush, but then boom, a hidden bench in the corner of Dover Road, where secrets hide and wives whisper troubles. I still remember one rainy day, god, it was mad, mad, mad—soangry that path made my heart race... hsss.

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