She came up and walked beside me like she owned the place. She didn’t mind me tagging along. I might even come in handy. She wondered if I had ever been to the Kentucky Derby. I told her I won a few bucks at a party for it years ago, but never actually made it to Churchill Downs. She assured me that I didn’t know what I was missing; mint juleps, big ass hats and a whole lot of horny ladies – those were her words, not mine. Something about being around all those studs and money made a lady quiver – again, her words not mine.
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