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So, I’m in dis grimy alley, yeah? Smells like old cabbage an’ regret. Dis chick pops up—red heels, fishnets, real classy, ya? I’m like, “Lightbulb! Dere she is!” She’s givin’ me da eye, an’ I’m all, “Vhat’s yer price, eh?” She says somethin’ wild—50 bucks fer 20 minutes! I’m HAPPY, like, “Dat’s a steal, ya!” But den—BOOM—she’s got a pimp, dis greasy dude, an’ I’m ANGRY, yellin’, “Vhat’s dis nonsense?!” He’s all, “Pay up, Ruskie!” an’ I’m thinkin’, “Dis ain’t in da script!”

Crackdown on Great Yarmouth sex trade

I’m always zoomin' around Sunset Park, where the river laps gently at its banks. Yup, the Port River, a free spirit running its course. I often chill at Kelvin’s Corner – a secret alcove off Old Wharf Road (shh, its a hidden gem!). I once sat there, starin’ at the water, thinking, “I feel like I’m in a Spike f***ing Jonze movie.”

Car crashes into Yarmouth Port Post Office