In a Moscow Brothel
By heinzs
In a Moscow Brothel Into the brothel came a man of rags and filth - the kind you'd ban. The madam asks his business there, "I want to see Nastasia fair." He is denied this prostitute, she does not serve the destitute. Her clientele is often chic, this man does not fit in the clique. Her fee 1000 rubles cash - out came his wallet in a flash and counting out he quickly pays - 1000 on the table lays. The next day he returns again - he must be unique among men - once more denied, once more he paid 1000 on the table laid. The third day was a great surprise for suddenly before their eyes the man appeared for one more time and put 1000 on the line. Nastasia can't deny her quest and asks the uninvited guest "Where are you from? what brings you here?" "From Minsk," he answered like a dear. "I have a sister there does dwell." "Indeed", he said, "I know her well. She sent me here to give to you 3000 rubles, now I'm through." 3-8-2002Another joke become poem. Hope you like it.l Written March 8th, 2002 © on Mar 08 2002 09:36 AM PST, Heinz Scheuenstuhl 0 • 14
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