NYC mayor: Not always obvious who's a prostitute

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2. It's true

My best friend in high school lived at his parents' house through college and then for a few months after getting his first real job. He was driving home after a late night at the office and needed some caffeine so he stopped at his favorite coffee place. There were a few inches of snow on the ground, and more was coming down. A young lady, not dressed for the weather, was talking to a guy through his car window when she came up to him and asked for a ride home. Since it was on the way, my friend agreed. Once he arrived at her apartments, he bid her a good night, stay warm, etc. The woman just looked at him for a second, perplexed then asked, "You're not wanting to come up?" My friend replied that he had had a long day and just needed to get home and go to bed.

It was five miles later that he realized that he had just ruined a prostitute's night.

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