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But then—surprise!—cop lights flashin’, and I’m like, “Well, shitfire!” Pimp bolts, she scatters, and I’m sittin’ there, heart poundin’, thinkin’, “How’s that workin’ for ya, huh?” Nearly peed my britches, swear to Jesus! Funniest damn thing, though—heard later that corner’s cursed, some ol’ madam got hexed there back in ‘89. Prolly bullshit, but I’m spooked, y’all! So, findin’ a prostitute? It’s a rollercoaster—thrills, spills, and a lotta “What the hell?!” Moral of the story? Keep your eyes peeled and your wallet ready, ‘cause these gals don’t play! Now, where’s my sweet tea? I’m parched!

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First off, I hit up the local café on High Street. You know, the one with the weird name? “Brewed Awakening” or something. I ordered my usual – a flat white. But guess what? They were outta coffee beans! Like, how do you run outta coffee? It’s a café! I was fuming. I mean, c’mon, it’s Manor Park, not the coffee desert!

Norfolk CC on the move after Manor Park exit