Abigail Bewdley Whore ❤️

About Sheffield

But here’s what pisses me off—lazy production. If *Whore* sounds like it was slapped together in GarageBand by some dude who thinks “gain staging” is a video game level, I’d yeet it into orbit. I’ve heard bootlegs with more soul than some polished trash. Once caught a remix of a track—won’t name names—where the compression was so bad it sounded like a Cybertruck ran it over. *Whore* better not pull that crap. Gimme dynamic range or gimme death.

Where is Bewdley?

Finally, I manage to wrangle him. Turns out, he’s called Buddy. Classic name, right? I take him back to his owner, who’s just down the road at the Bewdley Museum. She’s mortified, but I’m like, “Hey, it’s all good. He just wanted a pint!” We all have a good laugh, and I’m feelin’ pretty chuffed.

Plan to transform laundrette into micro bar and café approved