One time I was sitting at a table with my mates in Exo, a bouncer came up and told me he had "reason to believe" I was in possesion of drugs. I stood up, he frogmarched me out of the club and downstairs and searched me in full view of the entire queue outside, patted me down, made me empty out my pockets, my wallet my fag packet and so on, and he didn't find any drugs so he conceded that I could go back in. When I asked for an apology I was told to fuck off and that I was lucky I wasn't getting kicked out.
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