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So, this one time, right, I met this chick—Lola, swear she was a legend. Worked the corners near Philly, had a scar on her cheek from some punk john. Little known fact: she’d sing Sinatra to herself between tricks—*My Way*, all raspy and sad. “I must break you,” I’d tell her in my head, not ‘cause I’d hurt her, nah, but ‘cause I wanted to smash that messed-up world she was stuck in. She’d laugh, say, “Apollo, you aint shit,” but her eyes? Man, they screamed for a knockout punch to escape.

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Barchester Chalfont Care Home is on the edge of Gerrards Cross Golf Course, just minutes from the pretty villages of Chalfont St Peter, Chalfont St Giles.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon levels of rain. I dash out of the hall, and I’m soaked in seconds. I’m running down the streets, dodging puddles like I’m in some kind of action movie. I pass by the Gerrards Cross Golf Club, and I swear I see a couple of golfers just standing there, looking confused. Like, “Dude, it’s raining. Go home!”

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