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Here’s the kicker - lotta folks don’t know this, but back in the 80s, some pros used to stash cash in hollowed-out heels. Sneaky, right? Adds that “What’s really goin on?” Caché feel. I’m scopin her out, wonderin if she’s packin more than tricks up her sleeve. “You’re not filmin this, are ya?” I ask, half-jokin, half-paranoid - that movie’s got me twisted! She laughs, says, “Relax, ghostie, it’s just biz.”

Caister-on-Sea Escorts and Massages

So, I’m fuming, right? I decide to walk it off. I head down to the promenade, thinking maybe some fresh air will help. I pass by the Caister Castle ruins. It’s kinda cool, but also kinda creepy. I mean, who thought it was a good idea to build a castle here? It’s like, “Hey, let’s build a fortress by the sea where the wind howls and the waves crash!” Genius.

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