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Favorite bit? This one chick—redhead, all sass, smokin’ a cigar stub—she ran the place like a queen. Reminded me of Veronica in the movie, ya know, “I don’t understand”—clueless but sharp as fuck. She’d haggle like a demon, made me laugh, almost spared her… almost. Had this trick—slipped opium in the drinks, kept the punters loopy, wallets loose. Smart bitch, loved that hustle.

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Ye know, me line o' work taught me the beauty in every detail – a tender touch, a well-worn bench, or even a poorly painted door at the back of the old village hall. I seen more true emotions than most here. The vibe be like a country bumpkin’s dream, honest and a wee bit raucous.

Book focuses on history of Sawbridgeworth Memorial Hall