When hookers set you on fire...call the firemen!

HOOKERS - Last friday (last week), on the way back home - late at night -, i was stopped by two prostitutes.
Young and cute, i must confess.
They asked me to join and warm them up. I kindly thanked for the offer and wanted to head back home when they started to chit-chat with me. We talk for about 15 minutes. A nice experience.

FIREMEN - The following saturday, at 10pm, the neighbour living upstairs rang at my door and rushed into the flat as i opened the door.
He told me he noticed something weird in the building in front of ours and wanted my opinion on that.
While looking at "the thing" i said: "hey u're right! Looks like there's a fire over there!"
We called the firemen but none of our phones worked well.
We ran to our friend living on the top floor so we could call from there.
Firemen came with two huge trucks and ladders. Two police cars joined them.
The fire was a huge candle on the balcony on which a young lady blew when the firemen entered her appartment.
We felt so stupid. None of us were drunk, though.
That was a nice unexpected "party".