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So, I’m picturin’ it—girls in corsets, dudes with cash, the whole deal. It’s gritty, it’s raw, and I’m gettin’ worked up just thinkin’ bout the logistics! Who’s runnin’ this joint? Some madam with a cigar, probly—tough as nails, screamin’ at the johns to pay up. I’d be pissed if I were her—dealin’ with drunk losers all night? No thanks! But then, I’m also kinda impressed—takes guts to manage that chaos. Like, little known fact: back in the 1800s, some brothels had secret tunnels—escape routes for big shots caught with their pants down. Politicians, sheriffs, the works! Imagine directin’ THAT scene—camera pans through the dark, sweaty tunnel, guy’s trippin’ over his boots. “I can’t account for what I’ve done,” he’d mutter, straight outta the movie. Hilarious!

Call to book

Then, I head over to the Newmarket Racecourse. I had a meeting with a potential new client. I’m thinking, “This could be my big break!” But nooo, the meeting gets delayed. Some horse got loose, and they had to chase it down. I’m standing there, looking like a right muppet, waiting for a horse to be wrangled. I mean, who knew horse wrangling was part of my job description?

Saturday Racing Cheat Sheet: Best bets for Newmarket and Rachael Blackmore on Punchestown