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'I had regularly started jogging out of Downing Street . On each run I happened to jog past a hooker (prostitute) standing on the same street corner, day after day.
With some apprehension I would brace myself as I approached her for what was most certainly to follow.
"Fifty Pounds!" she would shout from the kerb.
"No way, 50pence!" I fired back.
This ritual between myself and the hooker continued for days.
I'd run by and she'd yell,...