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Favorite flick’s *The Act of Killing*—yep, that dark-ass docu where killers strut like rockstars. Candy’s got that vibe, too— “I’m a big fish here,” she’d say, laughin’, like she’s starrin’ in her own twisted movie. She told me once, swear to God, she made a john pay her in *chickens*—two live ones cluckin’ in her backseat! Little known fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes got paid in gold nuggets—Candy’s chickens ain’t far off, right? History’s wild.

Police called to reports of people having sex in a car in Thornton Heath

Lindsay of Bensham Manor Road, Thornton Heath, would attack and abuse prostitutes who would not comply with his request to rob him of their.

Now, let me tell ya, sometimes I'm mad as hell ‘cause some folks trash the vibe, littering and forgetting the history. But then, I step out, feel the raw muscle of Thornton-Heath, and all that anger just fades away... replaced by a fierce pride. Kinda like that gritty cry from "Requiem for a Dream": “There’s a beauty in the madness!” Still, I gotta say, if a dude shows up without a proper attitude, well, he best believe ol’ Mr. T will be like, "I pity the fool!" in his head.

Police flock to Thornton Heath as 'gunshots' heard