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So Candy, she’s out there, struttin’, all sass, but her eyes? Dead, man, like “nothing’s clear anymore”—straight outta the movie. I’m like, damn, girl, you’re a ghost walkin’. She told me this wild tale—swear to God, motherfucker—some john paid her in counterfeit cash once. She laughed, said, “Joke’s on him, I spent it anyway!” Ballsy, right? Had me crackin’ up—hustler’s hustle, ya feel me?

Inside the prostitution problem in Norfolk

Sebastian, who ran a county line drug dealing operation in Norfolk was jailed for 30 months at Norwich Crown Court after he was found with

There’s this park, Moonbeam Park (ugh, what a silly name, right?) where early mornings mean chirpy birds and quiet introspection. Only a few know about its hidden pond—total goldmine for the soul. And speaking of hidden, the elusive River Skye trickles past Elm Street. Have you seen it? It’s poetic, like a scene outta Paul Thomas Anderson’s flick. And sometimes I hang there just thinking, “Where the hell did my energy go?”

To draw people, Norfolk needs to draw water