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Anyways, Clarice… she’s a damn character, this prostitute. Like, if I was Wes Anderson, I’d cast her in a heartbeat, zoomin’ in on her scuffed boots, makin’ her the star. “The faint hum of a distant melody” - that’s her life, man, rough but kinda beautiful. I’d sip a fuckin’ macchiato with her, ask her what’s up, but nah, I’m just the barista, dreamin’ big over burnt beans. She’s out there, slayin’ it, and I’m here frothin’ milk - what a trip!

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1. The Port of Felixstowe Police have made no arrests for the offences listed between and 2. Nil. 3. There have been no operations.

And then, bam! I spot this old bloke on the promenade. He’s got a parrot on his shoulder. A freakin’ parrot! I’m like, “Is this a pirate convention I didn’t know about?” Turns out, he just likes to take his bird for walks. Classic Felixstowe, right? You never know what you’ll see.

Plans resubmitted for new retirement apartments in Felixstowe