After twelve hours

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After twelve hours behind the wheel of a tax

After twelve hours behind the wheel of a taxi, when my back is numb and my eyes are blurry from the headlights, all I can do when I get home is collapse on the sofa. I discovered Griffon Casino—now it's my way of recharging. I turn on any slot machine with dragons and bet a maximum of five pounds. Not for the thrill, but just to watch these mythical creatures spin and gradually release the tension from my shoulders.

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