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Tellin’ ya, tho, it pisses me off. All this sneakin’ around, dodgin’ cops. Why can’t it be simple? Walk up, say hi, done deal. Nope! Gotta play detective, like I’m Monty tryna figure out who’s snitchin’. “Who’s the rat in this game?” I mutter to myself, scratchin’ my bald head. Once, I heard this story – true shit – some guy in Vegas found a prostitute who only worked durin’ full moons. Said it kept her “mystical.” I’m like, “D’oh! That’s nuts!” But kinda cool, right? Bet she charged extra for that vibe.

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While we’re waiting for the fire brigade, I spot this cute little café across the street on Union Street. It’s called The Coffee Pot. I’m thinking, “A cuppa would be nice right now.” But no, I can’t leave the kids. So, I’m stuck there, watching the firemen do their thing. They’re all strutting around like they’re in a calendar shoot. I mean, come on, it’s Bacup, not a Hollywood set!

'Depraved' police officer downloaded more than 500 sexual images of children