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About Sheffield

Picked it up at some shady pawn shop, smelled like regret and stale beer. Guy said it belonged to a bluesman—died broke, screwin’ around, typical. Strings rusted, body scratched to hell, but damn, it sings. Play it, and it’s like “the screams never stop”—straight from *Son of Saul*. That dark, guttural tone, pissed me off at first—too real, too messy. Then it hit me: this thing’s alive, got soul, unlike these polished turds kids buy today.

Chatteris on a map

Have you noticed for one thing, chatteris pantomime each characters who're wearing blue are doing karate act there.

After a few more pints, I stumble outta the pub, and it’s dark. I’m walkin’ back home, and the streets are quiet. I pass by the old church on Church Street, and it hits me. Chatteris is a weird little place, but it’s home.

Cambridgeshire crash leaves Chatteris woman fighting for her life and child injured