OK, kids, in order to make the discussion here more lively, I will tell a little funny story:
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1920s, Texas, a dusty dirt road, a whorehouse by the road.
Down the road comes a fancy shiny Cadillac, stops by the whorehouse.
Out of the car comes a handsome gentleman in a nice suit, with a leather briefcase.
Madam runs out and greets him:
- "Welcome, Sir, to our fine establishment, we have beautiful ladies for the most discriminate taste: blondes, brunettes, redheads, we have slim girls, plump girls, educated girls, country girls - whatever you desire!"
- "Do you have a girl named Molly Peters?" - asks the gentleman.
- "Yes, Sir, but for a fancy guy like you... Molly is a little plain, to be honest."
- "I want Molly".
- "As you wish, Sir, she is on the 2nd floor, room 3, just give her $3 before you leave".
- "Excellent, Ma'am!" - says the gentleman and proceeds to see Molly.
The next day, the fancy gentlemen comes again and again asks for Molly.
"But Sir", Madam says, "we have many beautiful ladies, much prettier and much more sophisticated than Molly!"
- "I am sure you do, Ma'am, but I prefer Molly."
- "OK, Sir, just leave $3 on her table".
So, he goes to see Molly again.
Molly is flattered, the whole population of the whorehouse is perplexed, ladies are trying to guess what this might mean.
The next day - same thing, for the 3rd time the gentleman goes straight to Molly's room.
Finally, after the usual routine, curious Molly asks the gentleman where he is from.
He replies: "I am from a town called Guthrie, Oklahoma. I am an attorney there".
"You don't say!" - screams Molly - "I am also from that same town, I grew up there!"
"I know", says the gentleman, "I am here because your aunt Jenny just died and left you a $9 inheritance".
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The moral: there are but 3 inescapable certainties in this life: death, taxes, and being screwed by lawyers.
