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Now today's first story comes from Ashamed Evidence 852. And the title is,

I think my neighbor has been cuckooed. Now, straight up, I didn't know what cuckooing is,

so I had to do a quick Google first. But apparently, according to Wikipedia, cuckooing is a form

of action turned by police in which the home of a

vulnerable person is taken over by a criminal in order to use it to deal, store or take drugs,

facilitate sex work as a place for them to live or to financially abuse the tenant.

The practice is associated with county lines drug trafficking. Every day's a learning day.

Anyway, the story starts off. Hi, we'll try to keep this short. This is in England by the way.

I live in a semi-detached house that's been split into two flats. I live in the upstairs one,

my neighbor, an elderly woman in her mid-80s in the downstairs one.

We're sort of loose friends, acquaintances. I take her to bridge nights every so often,

who her shop in and she lets me use her garden when the weather's nicer or, or lets me get some food

shopping on her card, that kind of stuff. Every so often I do a bit of baking and like to take her a bit, a slice of cake, for example,

and at the end of September, when I went downstairs, an older man came to the door.

Never seen this bloke before, and he was probably 60s?

Not middle-aged, but not her age, if you get what I mean,

and dressed a bit weird in a blazer

and a tie. Was very aggressive and asked what I wanted. He said I was here to see my neighbor,

and he said in this weird faux posh accent, Mrs. X, Y, Z is not taking visitors right now,

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