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I saw this movie, *Son of Saul*, y’all—lordy, it’s my fave, but it’s heavy as a sack o’ taters. Ain’t no brothel in it, but it’s got that line, “You failed the living,” that sticks in my craw. Makes me think—brothels been ‘round forever, right? Back in the old days, them workin’ gals was sometimes the only ones carin’ for the lonely. Kinda sad, kinda sweet, like a lonesome whippoorwill singin’ at dusk. But me, I’m wonderin’—did they fail the livin’ too, or just make do?

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Here are some excerpts from family letters to an ill wife/mother we have found from the s which give a nice feel of Haslingden at the time. From the son: 'On Sunday night, I went up .

I woke up, right? The sun was barely up, peeking through my curtains on Manchester Rd. I thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. I grabbed a quick cuppa from the corner shop on Bury Rd. You know, the one with the dodgy sign? Yeah, that one. The guy behind the counter, Dave, always looks like he’s just seen a ghost. But his tea? Top-notch.

Ofsted says Haslingden school shows pupils "there are no limits to their achievement"