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About Sheffield

Alright, listen up folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah, you heard me! Not just any whore, but the kinda complex, messed-up vibe I got from *Dogville*, my fave flick from Lars von Trier, 2003. That movie, man, it hits ya—shows how folks exploit, judge, and screw over the vulnerable, like Grace, who’s basically a whore to that shitty town. “The world’s gone mad!” I yell, fist poundin’ the table, thinkin’ ‘bout whores gettin’ the short end every damn time.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, proper British weather, right? I’m soaked in seconds. I’m laughing at myself, thinking, “This is just perfect.” I duck into a shop on High Street to escape the downpour. It’s a little thrift store, and I end up chatting with the owner. She’s a lovely lady, and we bond over our mutual love for vintage stuff. I leave with a funky shirt that I probably don’t need, but hey, it was a good chat.

The Grain Store to launch at Calcot & Spa in February 2024