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Hasabrain2
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After college, I drove cross country to attend graduate school. I was watching every penny and would stay in cheap motesl along the way.

One night, I drove into a town (towns being cheaper than big cities) and found a motel. The desk clerk said his credit card
reader was done and he would have to go next door to use the machine there. I gave the clerk my one and only
credit card and waited and waited. Fearing what had happened to my card, I went to the business next door.

It was quite cold inside and explained to the pretty girl at the desk that I wanted my card back. OUt of the corner of my
eye I saw another pretty woman. I was so focused on getting my credit card back it took several seconds to
realize she was wearing a negligee. Anyway I got my card back and got my room, and it didn't dawn on me until sometime later that
the business next door was a brothel!
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Okay, if we're sharing.

In my early twenties I used to work for the YMCA in a major British city. When I first started working there one of the residents came up to me and told me she was a working girl. I congratulated her, which was obviously not the response she was looking for, and she went off looking puzzled.

It was only later that I found out that 'working girl' was a euphemism for a prostitute. I thought she meant she had got a job - no mean feat in the city at the time!