WHY I AM THE WHOREHOUSE ACCOUNTANT NO LONGER….
July 19th, 2005
Many years ago a local girl, Cecile, asked me if I would keep
the books for the whore house she was running. Since I was a
good customer as well as the bookkeeper, she said that in the
future I could use the “facilities” for free.
When I investigated the books and the operation, I discovered
that she saved and washed out the condoms for future use, except
for the fur-lined rubbers. They were too hard to get clean.
Next I ran across a cabinet where she had a file on every customer
that frequented her place. The files detailed everything about
her customers, including how much they spent there each year
and… what’s this? The size of their penises!?!
I grabbed my file, ran it through the shredder, and I never
returned. Do you blame me?