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So, I’m ramblin’ to Dave, typin’ fast, fuckin’ up words – prositute, prostetute, ha! – coz who cares? “Stay safe, idiot,” I say. “Wrap it up, don’t die.” He’s like, “Thanks, E!” I’m happy he’s not mad, but ugh, still judgin’. Findin’ a prostitute? Pfft, rather watch *White Ribbon* again – way less messy, way more style. “No capes!” – that’s my rule, dahling. Stick to it!

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So if your trip's on, don’t miss out on the hidden corners, the small cafes, sweet peeps, and even the odd grumpy moment – it all adds flavor. Spalding’s not just a dot on the map, it's a mood. Come prepared to be surprised, to laugh at the oddball moments (and yes, to yell “No capes!” when needed!). Enjoy the ride, luv.

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