Skylar Spalding Whore ❤️

About Leeds

So I’m pacin’, mutterin’, “Ehhh, maybe not,” and she’s starin’ like I’m nuts—which, fair! I’m thinkin’ *Brooklyn* again—“The life I might have had!”—and I’m like, “Yeah, not this one!” I’m happy I didn’t trip over my own feet, though—small victories. Surprised me how chill she was, too—like, “Buddy, decide already!” I’m exaggeratin’, sure, but I felt like a schmuck. Total schmuck. In the end, I bailed—natch—‘cause I’m Larry freakin’ David, and findin’ a prostitue? Too much hassle! Pretty, pretty good call, if ya ask me.

The locations have been posted online

Sometimes life can be difficult. Consider the position of a chav inhabitant of Spalding, Lincolnshire. The town is essentially stuck at about It’s still a sleepy market town with .

I gotta say, one of my favs is a hidden little cafe near Dows Road – completely off the radar! I used to rush in post-therapy sessions, ranting about human connection and sexuality (speakin' as a sexologist, obvs!) – minus the capes, like Edna Mode insists. It’s a bite of heaven, with nicks of art all 'round.

Nine looking to be crowned Spalding Flower Parade queen