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There were three generations of prostitutes; a grandmother, a mother, and a
daughter. The daughter walked into the house, slamming the door behind her,
and said in a pissed off tone, "I can't believe this, I just got ten bucks
for a blow job!"* The mother piped in, "That's nothing, when I was younger
we were lucky if we got five."* The grandmother waved her hands, dismissing
the two, and said, "Heck, back in my day we were* lucky just to get
something warm in our stomachs."
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