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Yo, what's good, fam? I'm Drake, the Arborist, droppin’ bars ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, ya feel me? YOLO, you only live once, so let’s get it poppin’. Picture this—cruisin’ the 6ix, tryna find that vibe, that late-night flex. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout *Margaret*, my fave flick, Kenneth Lonergan killin’ it—Lisa screamin’, “You’re a little shit!”—and I’m like, damn, that’s me tryna haggle prices out here, lol.

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First stop, I’m at the Beccles Quay. Beautiful spot, right by the River Waveney. I’m all set to show off the boats and the lovely views. But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my bacon sarnie! Like, seriously?! I’m standing there, mouth agape, while this feathered thief flies off with my breakfast. I mean, who does that? Seagulls in Beccles are like little flying bandits.

Plan to cut speed limit and make Beccles more pedestrian-friendly