The madam opened the brothel door in Sydney and saw a
rather dignified, well-dressed, good-looking man in his
late forties or early fifties.
'May I help you sir?' she asked
'I want to see Valerie,' the man replied.
'Sir, Valerie is one of our most expensive ladies.
Perhaps you would prefer someone else', said the madam.
'No, I must see Valerie,' he replied.
Just then, Valerie appeared and announced to the man she
charged $5000 a visit. Without hesitation, the man pulled
out five 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
requesting to see Valerie. Valerie explained that no one
had ever come back two nights in a row as she was too
expensive. But there were no discounts. The price was still
$5000.
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, 'Brisbane'.
'Really', she said. 'I have family in
Bisbane.'
'I know.' the man said. 'Your sister died, and
I am her solicitor. She asked me to give you your $15,000
inheritance.'
The moral of the story is that three things in life are
certain.
1. Death
2. Taxes
3. Being screwed by a lawyer