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Love her vibe, tho—free, reckless, like “Spring Breakers” gone feral. “This is my fuckin’ dream!” she’d yell, prob’ly, chasin’ roubles. Makes me cackle—whore’s got no actuarial tables, just guts! Surprised me, da, how she keeps goin’. Once heard she stabbed a john—self-defense, they say. Badass, yesss, but we worries—jail’s a bitch.

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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