A young accountant took a business trip to Paris. On the advise of his mates, he spent his first evening in a seedier part of town.
He lurked around and was about to leave when he was approached.
"Want a handjob?" the suggestively dressed stranger whispered into his ear.
"How much?" the accountant asked.
"100 euros."
The accountant was stunned and the look of shock registered with the street-worker.
"See that hotel? It's mine, I bought it with money from giving hand jobs. Want to take a look inside?"
The hotel was impressive and the accountant couldn't say no.
The hand job was spectacular. He erupted and lit a cigarette; he had never smoked before. They stood at the open window smoking when curiosity got the better of the young man.
"How much for a blow job?"
"500 euros."
"That's absurd. No way."
"Look out the window. See all the nice buildings on this street? I bought them with money from blowjobs."
The accountant did the math. The blowjob was truly out of this world. It was several minutes before he could muster the energy to ask:
"How much for sex?"
"Let's go up to the roof."
The prostitute said, "Take a look around you."
The man didn't believe it, "You can't possibly own Paris."
"I would if I had a vagina."
