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So I’m hyped, right? Text this chick—nerves kickin in. “What’s your name, darlin?” I ask, quotin Jesse. She’s like, “Lola, $200, downtown.” Whoa. Meets me near this sketchy motel—neon buzzin, heart racin. She’s legit, tho—smells like cheap perfume, smirks like she knows shit. “Ain’t no saint here,” she says, laughin. I’m crackin up too—damn, she’s cool. Reminds me of Jesse’s crew, all rough edges.

The Door of Hope Project

It was once a hot-spot for drug dealing and prostitution. But thanks to an army of volunteers, Old Library Wood in Thorpe Hamlet has been.

I love wandering to Westfield Park. Trees whisper secrets there. It's like the dialogues in Carlos, real and raw. I once sat on a bench by Oak Bend Road. Gave a therapy session under the open sky. Cynical though I am sometimes, a tiny smile would break through.

Norwich pub landlord Tim celebrates 20 years behind bars