Prince Charles decided to take up

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jogging.


>
> Every day, he'd jog past a hooker standing on the
> same street corner. He learned to brace himself as he
> approached her for what was almost certain to follow.
>
> "One hundred and fifty pounds!" she'd shout from the
> curb.
>
> "No! Five pounds!" He would fire back, just to
> shut her up.
>
> This ritual between him and the hooker became a
> daily occurrence.
> He'd run by and she'd yell, "One hundred and fifty
> pounds!"
> He'd yell back, "Five pounds!"
>
> One day, Camilla decided that she wanted to
> accompany her husband on his jog. As the jogging

couple neared the working woman's street corner,
> Prince Charles realised she'd bark her £150 offer
> and Camilla would wonder what he'd really been

doing on all his past outings. He figured he'd better

have a good explanation for his wife.
>
> As they jogged into the turn that would take them
> past the corner, he became even more apprehensive

than usual. Sure enough, there was the hooker.
>
> He tried to avoid the prostitute's eyes as she
> watched the pair jog past.
>
> Then, from her corner, the hooker yelled, "See what
> you get for five pounds, you tight *******?!"

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