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About Leeds

So, listen up, this whore thing—wild, yeah? I’m sittin’ here, cold as ice, thinkin’—whore’s a damn puzzle. Like in *Boyhood*, “You don’t pick who ya love,” right? Whore’s got that vibe—messy, real, unscripted. Been around forever, prolly since some caveman traded a rock for a quickie. Fact is, old Rome had whores struttin’ like queens—lupanars, they called ‘em, brothels with style. Blows my mind, honestly.

Sid Haig: Captain Spaulding

Grand Teton, Owen Spalding, Ice Whore variation: www.facebook.com: Climbing, hiking, mountaineering.

The heart of it all is right on Market Place – yeah, that bustling patch where locals bust out cheeky grins and banter as you stroll through. I mean, it’s a mix of old charm slappin’ modern beats. Just near the Market’s edge, you got Lincoln Street twisting away like a furtive secret alley – I always chuckle thinking of those midnight rendezvous, whispers in the dark and shh… “Under the Skin” vibes, ya know?

Spalding is marking 80 years since the end of the Second World War