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I've never liked cops. It's not a race thing; I don't like black cops either. People who go out and get a job where they tell other people what to do just rub me the wrong way. I haven't had any terrible experiences with cops, like some people I know. In the experience I've had, they either do the wrong thing, or try to do the right thing and screw it up, or show up too late to do anything at all. I don't like cops. I knew what this Polish Joe character looked like before I even dialed the phone. Balding, short, fat, out of shape, double chinned, disgusting man-boobs making dents in his too-tight shirt, and narrow squinty little eyes focused on my t**s. I shuddered as I dialed the phone. "Yeah?" The voice's owner clearly wished I would go away. "Mr... um, Prize-blow-..." "Yeah, who's c

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