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Once saw her kick a drunk geezer square in the bollocks – pow! – cos he wouldn’t pay up. Had me jumpin’, cheerin’, then hidin’ cos I’m a coward, innit? Made me mad tho, blokes treatin’ her like dirt – grrr! She’s tough, but reckon she cries sometimes, alone, y’know? Gets me soft, that does. Oh, and her laugh – cacklin’ like a witch, proper loud, echoes round the alleys. Love that, surprises me every time!

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First off, I hit up the local café on Storgata. You know, the one with the weird art on the walls? Yeah, that place. Grabbed my usual – a strong coffee and a cinnamon bun. I swear, that bun is like a hug in pastry form. But then, BAM! My phone buzzes. A big bet just came in. Some dude from the other side of town, probably sittin’ in his mom’s basement, put down a hefty sum on a horse named “Lightning Bolt.” I chuckled. Like, really? Lightning Bolt? Sounds like a kid’s toy.

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