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Still, I liked her. Rough round the edges, sure, but real. “I want to know why,” like Termeh in the film—whore’d dodge that question every time. Why’d she do it? Cos she had to, cos she could, cos fuck the world—that’s my guess. We’d sit there, me rantin’ bout the arena, her spillin’ dirt on posh clients. Once said a consul liked her to dress as a Vestal Virgin—ironic, eh? Laughed me tits off at that. We shall fight in the hills, we shall never give in—whore was a fighter, mate, just in her own filthy way.

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Both services 66 and will terminate and pick up at Waltham cross TRAIN station. Service will serve the bus station but will wait its time out at The Vine & Railway station before heading .

After the race, I’m headin’ to the pub on the corner of Waltham Cross Road. It’s called The Crown. Classic spot. I walk in, and the place is packed. Everyone’s buzzin’ about the races. I grab a pint, and the bartender, Lucy, she’s like, “You did good today!” I’m like, “Yeah, but I wanted first!” She just rolls her eyes. “You’ll get ‘em next time.”

Driver sentenced over Waltham Cross horse and trap crash deaths