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So, here’s the scoop—whore’s this gal, right? She’s workin’ the streets, hustlin’ hard, and I’m investigatin’ her claim. Some jerk totaled her car—boom, crash!—and she’s screamin’ fraud vibes. I’m like, “Honey, you’re no victim!” Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I spot the lies quick. She’s got this fake sob story—says she’s hurt, can’t work, boo-hoo. But I dig deeper, and—get this—she’s still shakin’ it nightly! Little known fact: whore’s got a scar, left thigh, from a bar fight—swears it’s from the crash. Puh-lease! I’m laughin’ so hard I choke on my martini.

Shane Yerrell and volunteers have been working tirelessly to help those most in need

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.”

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