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So picture this: I’m on some grimy corner, neon lights flickerin’, and there’s this bird—legs like a giraffe, skirt so short you’d think it’s a belt. I’m like, “Blimey, you’re a walkin’ health hazard!” She’d probably clock me one, but I’d deserve it. Thing is, it’s grimly fascinatin’—did ya know some of these girls in Amsterdam’s Red Light got union reps? Yeah, proper workers’ rights for shaggin’! Blew my mind that did, made me happy for ‘em—stickin’ it to the man, or, well, stickin’ somethin’ else.

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So, I finish up at the stables, and I’m headin’ down to Bowthorpe’s main drag. The shops are buzzin’, people are out and about. I pass by the Co-op, and I’m thinkin’ I should grab some snacks for later. But then I see this kid, right? He’s got a balloon, and it’s floatin’ away. I’m like, “No way, man!” So, I run over, and I’m tryin’ to grab it before it’s gone.

Jubilation for William Jarvis as Lady Bowthorpe lands deserved first Group 1