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Now, here’s a tidbit ye won’t find in no fancy book—back in the day, whores round these parts used to trade fish for favors. True story! Old Tom, me mate’s grandad, swore he once swapped a mackerel for a “dance” with this gal named Peg. Peg the Pegger, they called her—dunno if it’s cos she pegged the fish or somethin’ saucier, ha! Got me laughin’ so hard I near fell off me boat. “There’s no place for me out there,” I reckon, thinkin’ o’ them wild days, but damn if it don’t sound fun!

Neighbors fight prostitution on Flint's east side

Those arrested for buying or selling sex in Flint may now find their names and faces plastered all over social media. The unit, which was disbanded a year ago due to budget cuts, was revived .

As the day wound down, I realized how much I love this place. Flint’s got its quirks, for sure. The streets, the people, the unexpected moments. It’s messy, it’s chaotic, but it’s home.

Flint Homes, North Norfolk