Ha, yes, see also my town, hugely expanding University sea side town with pockets of affluent resudential areas. Student accommodation everywhere, AirBnBs, etc etc.
Most dystopian experience was a couple of years ago. Had to pass through the town centre which is now devoid of proper department stores, M&S etc, and Smiths has just gone. Down the pedestrianised thoroughfare and in the square were loads of little market stalls outside the many boarded up shops, and it really gave me the vibe if that Jessica Alba series in the 90s? The one where society is trying to rebuild itself after a global EMP event.
Recently we got a branch of the Ivy, much to the hysterical delight of the local rag. It is a couple of hundred feet from a well patronised Wetherspoons. The pedestrianised square is populated by skaters and assorted God Squads most of the time. The Evangelicals and the JWs seem to have an uneasy truce but swerving the leafletting can be problematic.
It is in equal parts surreal and depressing. Online people wail when independent shops fold (I had one and speak from bitter experience) but would rather shop online. In fact, I personally had visitors to my shop photograph my stock and find similar cheaper online in front of my face. It was suggested I also buy my stock from big platforms like the one that rhymes with Emu. They couldn't grasp I had to make a living and cover overheads plus buy stock etc, so couldn'tsell it as cheaply as they could buy it direct online. I gave up, nearly ten grand in debt because no amount of manifestation or toxic positivity over-rides cold hard, economic reality.
No idea where things are going, but I'm glad I'm out of the selling of widgets game.
As to the rest of it, the general air of decay, weekly rapes and stabbings etc - I'm too old for this shot, and I'm only 56. Meh.
YANBU.