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TRUE STORY - A cop friend told this story on himself.
His squad was tailing some bad Russian guys who were habitués of
a certain New York nude beach, which necessitated out of cover surveillance. Here's Joe:
''This day I'm waiting for our guy to arrive, and
reclining on a blanket, stark naked but for a baseball cap pulled over
my eyes, when my peripheral vision spies a pair of nyloned legs
standing just inches away. I flipped the hat to find Greta, a new
female detective from our office, staring down at me with a shit eating
grin on her face. She was delivering something from the
office. I turned bright red, and died on the spot.''
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