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Me fave bit? She punched a drunk—pow! Nose bled like a fountain, hilarious, yesss. “Stand still!” she snarled, Saul-style, fierce. Got a kick outta that, tough lil’ slag. Dunno, mate, she’s a riddle, a stink. Half wanna slap her, half wanna cry. Whore’s a ghost, livin’ dead—hiss! Like Saul, chasin’ somethin’ gone, lost forever. What a bloody mess, eh, precious?

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Whore A night in the life of a cynical prostitute forms the basis of Ken Russell's portrait of the world's oldest profession. Content collapsed.

Now, I can’t forget Queen Street – the peeps call it the "pulse" of Spalding. You'll find quirky shops and even a small vintage bookstore that’s perfect for a lazy afternoon cuddle with literature. And, no joke, if you wander by the Spalding Leisure Centre on Station Road, you’ll see locals get down and funky, grooving to tunes that make even the stoniest heart skip a beat.

Uncertainty over Spalding Festival