De bazin van een bordeel in het Brusselse opent de deur en voor haar staat een elegante man van middelbare leeftijd : "En
O sujeito todo maltrapilho bate à porta de um dos mais caros bordéis do Rio. — Pois não? — pergunta a cafetina. — Eu queria falar com a Natasha. — A Natasha? Ela cobra mil reais por hora! — Então...
The madam opened the brothel door to see a rather dignified
Tompa stiger försynt in på en bordell i Köpenhamn och säger till bordellmamman att han vill träffa svenskan Märta-Louise. – OK
Η τσατσά άνοιξε την πόρτα τού οίκου ανοχής και αντίκρισε ένα ηλικιωμένο Εβραίο. Τα ρούχα του ήταν ατημέλητα και φαινόταν πεινασμένος και ταλαιπωρημένος. - Μπορώ να σας βοηθήσω; ρώτησε η τσατσά. -...
Ανοίγει η μαντάμ την πόρτα του μπουρδέλου και βλέπει έναν καλοντυμένο άνδρα: - Τι θα θέλατε; - Θέλω να δω την Κορίνα. - Μα ξέρετε
"Sir, Natalie is one of our most expensive ladies. She charges $1000 per hour. Perhaps someone else?"
"No, I must see Natalie."
He reaches into his pocket and shows her ten $100 bills. The madam leads him to Natalie's room. The man pays Natalie, stays for an hour and leaves.
The next night, he appears again, demanding Natalie. Again the old man pays the $1000, stays for an hour and leaves.
When he shows up the third consecutive night, no one can believe it. Again, he hands Natalie ten $100 bills.
At the end of the hour, Natalie questions the old man, "No one has ever used my services three nights in a row! Where are you from?"
The old man replies, "I am from Minsk."
"Really?" replies Natalie, "I have a sister who lives there."
"Yes, I know," says the old man. "She gave me $3,000 to give to you."