Vanity. Ares

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to eventually become a War Correspondent I
heard, years later from a fellow Sordello member.
He always seemed the sanest crazy person I knew;
risking his life in an orderly fashion of this
chosen occupation would be fitting for him. After
Rome I spent a little time in Montpeliar,
Manchester which was interspersed with time in
London and eventually Marseille before I arrived
back to London again.
Chapter 4 — Maria & 'Rude Intrusions
After the loss at the races, and that horse;
Dancing Rain failing my wallet, I knew I had to
gig more. I had to make more money. So along
with a few gigs at Ronnie Scott's, I started to gig
at 606 Club. That was the time when I met Maria;
a gorgeous brunette, breasts perky and young,
upon meeting her I’d instantly assumed that she
was 25 or maybe 26, as she had a face full of soft
skin, a small nose and an attitude — yes a big
attitude; the first thing she said to me was; “I
know we’re playing together, but I hope we’ll be
doing just that, and that only. I don't want you
staring at my ass.” I told her I did not know what
she meant, whilst my eyes moisturised her butt
checks, but I knew inside; An attractive girl gets
hit on more than she is able to dish out respect
for men. Plus, I did in fact want to try my hand at
Maria, but we started to become friendly, instead,
of course this was driven by her.
We gigged one Sunday and went for some
drinks after the gig, nothing happened and I took
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