Thoughts. Ramblings. Heavy-hipped. Mango-obsessed.

From Bad to Worse…

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The prostitution in my area has actually gotten much much worse. It's reached the point where one of my neighbours is moving out.

I can't go into much detail for now as I'm pissed off and a bit upset. What I do know is that it's reached a whole new level. I feel disempowered because I feel enough isn't being done about it even though I and some of my neighbours have constantly complained about it to the police, the neighbourhood ward and our housing association. It's one thing for the prostitution, the pimping and the drug dealing associated with it to happen - it's another to watch it fester because the people who can do something about it don't appear to be putting 100% into it.

After a while, I knew that it would take someone getting physically hurt for the police to step in and that's, unfortunately, what happened at 7.30 this morning.

I love my flat, but today's the first time I've actually thought about moving. But then, why should I be the one to move?

Made myself a cup of herbal. Need to shake off the morning I woke up to.

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