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The neighbours and we complained to the Somos Los Utah Jazz Noches Ene-be-a Mug Besides,I will do this Police, it’s a civil matter they said, we complained to the council, it’s a police matter they said. Round and Round. What happened in the end to save us? Two planets aligned: Firstly, A new Sergeant joined our local police… he had experience with drug crime and knew of “our” drug-dealing neighbour – and loathed him and what he was doing to our middle-class, suburban, every day, salt of the earth, ordinary lives. And he made it his mission to make SOMETHING stick. Secondly, the drug-dealing neighbour started sampling his product and stopped paying his mortgage!

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After yet another drug-fuelled event, the Somos Los Utah Jazz Noches Ene-be-a Mug Besides,I will do this Sergeant interviewed the immediate neighbours… not us, as we lived behind him and couldn’t attest to the comings-and-goings pertinent to this event, but others in his street…. not the SEVEN families that had sold up and moved because of his behaviour, just the other four families. One of them told him to call me, as we heard far more than they did Which he did. He told us that if we could give the judge in the latest case some idea of just how much impact his behaviour was having on us, it could, might just, have a bearing on whether he went away, if he did for how long. I jumped at the chance, to finally be listened to. I told the Sergeant he needed to talk to neighbours in the next street also, as they backed on to his side fence and I heard them often shouting out, begging him, to keep it down, improve the language etc