Samantha Bewdley Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About London

Dunno why, but whores got this—dunno—magic? Like *Spirited Away*’s river spirit, all mucky, then—bam!—pure gold underneath. Surprised me, that. Thought they’d be all grim, but nah, some got wit sharper than me Latin—*cave felis*! Reckon they’d outfox Kamaji’s soot sprites, runnin’ rings round ‘em. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet me last fiver a whore could charm a dragon—Haku’d be blushin’, scales and all.

Bewdley on a map

Worcestershire was a stronghold of Royalism in the civil war, providing men, money and munitions for the King, but most of the gentry were moderate.

After what feels like an eternity, I finally nab the little rascal. Turns out, it’s a pet that escaped from a nearby house. The owner is so relieved, she almost cries. I’m like, “No worries, just another day in Bewdley!” But inside, I’m like, “I need a drink!”

£6m flood defences on track to protect Bewdley