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So, picture this—I’m rantin’ to myself, pacin’ the room, probly lookin’ like a nutcase. Whore! It’s such a loaded word, right? Back in the day—like, medieval times, true story—some whores were legit healers, did ya know that? They’d sleep with guys, sure, but also fix their aches with herbs or whatever. Wild, huh? I’m sittin’ there, stunned, thinkin’, “Wow, they’re out here multitaskin’!” Meanwhile, I’m mad ‘cause society’s all judgy—still is! Makes me wanna scream, “Leave ‘em alone, ya prudes!”

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"Beccles for a puritan, Bungay for the poor, Halesworth for a drunkard, and Bilborough for a whore." According to a Leicestershire saying, "There are more.

So, I’m deep in thought, and suddenly, I hear this loud commotion. I look over, and there’s a bunch of kids playing footy on the Castle Meadow. They’re shouting, laughing, and just having a blast. I can’t help but smile. It’s like, in that moment, all my economist worries just vanished. But then, one kid kicks the ball too hard, and it goes flying into the bushes. I’m like, “Oh no, not the bushes!”

Patisserie set to open its doors in centre of market town