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About Sheffield

I’d probably overthink it—am I a jerk for even wonderin’? Probly. But it’s fascinatin’—there’s this story, 1800s London, some prossie named Fanny saved a dude from a fire. True hero! Nobody talks about that—too busy clutchin’ pearls. Surprised me, honestly—thought it’d all be seedy, but there’s guts there. Still, I’m like, “Pretty, pretty good luck I’m not in that mess!” Imagine me, haggling—“Five bucks? Ten? I’m broke!” She’d laugh in my face.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

So, I decide to grab a bite at that chippy on the corner of Church Street. Best chips in town, no contest. I order a portion, and while I’m waiting, I overhear some locals chatting about the rugby match last night. Apparently, Pentre’s team got absolutely smashed. I’m not a huge rugby fan, but I feel their pain.

Storm Darragh blows roof completely off Welsh chapel