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Please forgive me if this a little risque.
It was a hot afternoon in the quiet western town, when in rode big John Wayne.
He strode in his own inimical way into the house of ill repute.
"Why howdy Mr Wayne, what can I do for you today?"
"Mam, I'd like to know how much you'd charge for the pleasure of my company?"!Oh Mr Wayne, I could not possibly charge for the pleasure of YOUR company"
"That's mighty kind of you Mam. Company.... Dis..Mount !
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Sprogs
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