Valerie The Hooker

MonkieSocks

The madam opened the brothel door in Miami and saw a rather dignified, well-dressed, good-looking man in his late forties or early fifties.

“May I help you sir?” she asked.

The man replied, “I want to see Valerie.”

“Sir, Valerie is one of our most expensive ladies.

Perhaps you would prefer someone else”, said the madam.

He replied, “No, I must see Valerie.”

Just then, Valerie appeared and announced to the man she charged $10,000 a visit.

Without hesitation, the man pulled out ten thousand dollars and gave it to Valerie, and they went upstairs.

After an hour, the man calmly left.

The next night, the man appeared again, once more demanding to see Valerie.

Valerie explained that no one had ever come back two nights in a row as she was too expensive.

“There are no discounts.

The price is still $10,000.”

Again, the man pulled out the money, gave it to Valerie, and they went upstairs.

After an hour, he left.

The following night the man was there yet again.

Everyone was astounded that he had come for a third consecutive night, but he paid Valerie and they went upstairs.

After their session, Valerie said to the man, “No one has ever been with me three nights in a row.

Where are you from?”

The man replied, “St. Louis.”

“Really,” she said. “I have family in St. Louis.”

“I know,” the man said. “Your sister died, and I am her attorney.

In her will, She asked that you should be given $30,000 in inheritance.”

The moral of this story is that three things in life are certain:

Death.

Taxes.

Being screwed by a lawyer