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...
