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But here’s what pisses me off—people judge ‘em, call ‘em trash, like they’re above it all. Hypocrites! Seen *Far From Heaven*? “It’s the way things are,” Frank says, all smug—same vibe. Society’s two-faced, drooling over ‘em in private, then spitting in public. Makes my blood boil. Ever met one, tho? I did—years back, this gal named Ruby. Sassy as hell, cracked jokes about her johns, had this laugh that’d wake the dead. Surprised me, how real she was. Not some sob story, just living.

Khaled Abidi abused the girl then scared her into keeping his secret

The Development of Potters Bar in the 20th Century, by Brian Warren. At the beginning of the Twentieth Century Potters Bar was centred on the High Street in an agricultural area. For the .

After the coffee debacle, we head to the local park, which is actually pretty nice. It’s called Oakmere Park. There’s this massive oak tree, and I’m like, “This tree’s older than your grandma!” Everyone’s snapping pics, and I’m feeling a bit better. Nature, right?

Herts Senior Cup final appearance is for the Potters Bar Town fans and volunteers