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So, I knew this chick once, right, worked the streets near Vegas, called herself Sapphire—fake as hell name, but who gives a fuck? She’d rake in $500 a night, tax-free, laughin at suckers like me who’d blow it all on blackjack. Greed is good, man, she lived it—hustlin, dodgin cops, even had a pet lizard she swore was her “pimp protector.” Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores in Paris ran secret gambling dens—balls of steel, those broads! Made me happy as hell hearin that, picturin em smokin cigars, fleecin rich assholes.

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Castle Donington Museum reflects the long and interesting history of this community overlooking the River Trent, by sharing annually changing displays.

So, I’m still grumpy when I hit the market square. There’s this busker playing some tunes, and I gotta admit, he’s pretty good. I start to feel better, ya know? I even toss a couple quid in his hat. But then, I spot my ex, Lucy, across the way. Ugh, just my luck! She’s with some bloke, and they’re all lovey-dovey. I roll my eyes so hard, I think I might’ve strained something.

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