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About Sheffield

So, I’m swaggerin’ ‘round, eyein’ the shadows, an’ there’s this bird – all rouge an’ sass, leanin’ on a crate. “What’s yer price, love?” I slur, an’ she smirks, “More’n yer rum-soaked hide’s worth, pirate.” Cheeky wench! Made me laugh, tho – happy as a clam at high tide. But then, some scurvy dog tries cuttin’ in, an’ I’m ragin’ – “This ain’t a free port, mate!” Shoved him off, quick-like. No one crosses Cap’n Jack, savvy?

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As the sun starts to set, I decide to head back to my truck. I’m walking down the streets, and it hits me how much I love this place. Chapeltown’s got character, ya know? The mix of old and new, the people, the vibe. It’s chaotic, but it’s homey.

Dramatic pictures show crash which brought street to a halt