Hey Waffle Gang, I do hope you are well. My name is Mark and today we're checking out some more Reddit stories.

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And let's crack on with today's first story. Much love guys. Now today first story was emailed to me, which thank you to the

people that have been emailing me the stories, by the way. I am getting around to them, I promise.

And it's a neighbor-based story, so I thought, let's make this nightmare neighbor, shall we? Some of you

have been calling for it recently. The title of our OPEs post just says, life in a Seaview

estate. All right, mate, you ask the stories about

nightmare neighbours and honestly, I've got enough material from my estate to fill a bloody

book. I've lived in this coastal estate for almost my entire life. Let me paint you a picture

of this place. Once upon a time, this town was a proper holiday destination.

People from London would come down for a weekend at the seaside, kids build in sandcastles,

that sort of thing. Then the fishing industry collapsed in the 80s. The big factories shut down in the 90s,

and now we're what the council calls an economically challenged coastal

community. What that really means is we've been left to rot while they build fancy new developments

in the next town over. Most of the houses in our estate were originally holiday chalets,

never meant for year-round living, but here we are. The wind comes straight off the North Sea and goes right through these wars like they're made of paper.

Half of the properties are owned by slumlords who haven't done repairs since Thatcher was in office.

When you've got an area this poor, it brings problems.

I'm not judging, I've had my own issues with drink over the years,

but the combination of no jobs, crap housing, and zero opportunities means drugs and booze

are everywhere.

The council keeps promising regeneration, but all we get are more bedding shops and off licenses.

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