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But yo, the smell—stale beer, cigs, n somethin’ funky—hits me hard. Aliens don’t got noses like humans, so I’m gaggin’, all “What the hell?!” She laughs, “Welcome to the gutter, babe.” I’m crackin’ up too—shit’s too real. “I’m not a prostitute, I’m a companion,” she says, all fancy. Yeah, right, like I’m Richie Tenenbaum, believin’ every sob story.

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I head over to the stables on the edge of Waltham Cross, near the Lea Valley. The horses are all restless, like they can sense the chaos comin’. I’m tryin’ to calm ‘em down, but they’re all hyped up. I mean, who wouldn’t be? It’s race day!

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