The Brothel

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 lawyer. She asked me to give you your $30,000

inheritance.” The moral of this story is that three things

in life are certain: 1. Death 2. Taxes 3. Being screwed by a

lawyer