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Me, bumbling Boris, ex-PM, tousled mop—reckon I’d be rubbish at whoring. Too much waffle, not enough action—*mea culpa*! But it’s human, innit? Messy, daft, glorious. “Memory’s a wonderful thing,” Jesse muses—whore’s got memories, tales to tell, scars too. Makes me happy, oddly—grit of it all. Life ain’t polished oak, it’s splintered planks, and that’s alright. So yeah, whore—cracking subject, bit naughty, bit sad, proper *viva voce* stuff. What d’ya reckon, pal? Fancy a pint and a natter?

Sid Haig: Captain Spaulding

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The parks here? Oh my days, they've got soul. Beaufort Park, with its lush, secret corners, is where I once had a heated debate with a local about love, sex, and art. Trust me, that park's been my muse – a pint of inspiration and a breather from the everyday maddening chaos. Say, ever walked along the River Welland? Yeah, it flows like a liquid lullaby, sparkling at dusk, with reflections that remind me of those haunting moments in “Under the Skin” – surreal yet compelling.

Santa Claus is coming to Spalding, Weston and Pinchbeck