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Once, heard this story - some barber in Chicago, 90s, ran a whole side gig. Prostitutes in the back, clippers in the front. Busted hard, tho - cops raided, hair flyin everywhere! True? Dunno, but wild af. Me, I stick to fades - no shady chicks here. Hate that hustle, man - too messy, too risky. “The machine is my home,” like in the movie - my clippers, my rules.

Crackdown on Great Yarmouth sex trade

I stayed here with my family and was shocked with everywhere you look you either hear loud sex or see working girls touting for work.

Now, PYarmouth (yep, that's Yarmouth with a lil' extra pizzazz) got this hidden gem, a small café on Dockside Lane. My gut be tellin’ me it’s where the soul gets fed, just like that soot sprite in the bathhouse, busy and full of surprises. The river, oh the river—Betty Creek flows so smooth, it’s like time slows down. I swear, sometimes I think the water whispers secrets or, heck, even Miyazaki’s voices say, “Always, always go on.”

National competition could help save former Black church in Yarmouth