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Exaggerate? Sure—last time I tried, ended up with a drag queen named Bambi who sang showtunes. Swear to God, nearly threw my cane at her. Little-known fact: Amsterdam’s red-light district’s got windows like a damn zoo exhibit—girls tapping glass, winking. Felt like I was shopping for a pet shark. Personal quirk? I’d overanalyze—how many lies per minute can she spit? Everybody lies, but prostitutes? They’re Olympic gold at it. Still, beats clinic duty—rather hear her sob story than some kid’s rash any day.

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A JUDGE asked a Didcot prostitute to justify how she could charge a client £20, a week. Judge Stephen John quizzed the call girl over charges.

Then, I get a call on my radio. There’s been a disturbance on the corner of Foxhall Road. I rush over, and it’s just some kids messin’ about. They’re throwin’ water balloons at each other. I’m like, “Seriously? This is what I’m called for?” But then I see one of ‘em slip and fall. I can’t help but laugh. Karma, right?

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