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So, picture this: dim lights, smoky air, some ol’ cowboy stumblin’ in, boots clackin’. Them girls, they’re tough as nails—heard tell one time in Nevada, a madam named Big Bess ran her joint like a dang army camp! Had rules tighter’n a preacher’s collar—nobody messed with Bess! Made me laugh ‘til I near spit my beer! Git-R-Done, Bess!

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Jan 6,  · Her shift - which sees her start at 7pm and finish at 6am - is made up of answering emails and reading reports, to interviewing potential workers. But what Catherine says is .

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Sweet, let’s grab a cuppa.” I hit up the local café on London Road. Best brekkie in town, no joke. I order my usual – bacon sarnie and a latte. But guess what? They’re outta bacon! Like, how do you run outta bacon? It’s breakfast! I was fuming.

Two hat-tricks for Waterson helps his Cowplain teams triumph – Portsmouth Table Tennis League round-up