A dedicated shop steward was at a convention in Las Vegas and decided to check out the local brothels. When he got to the first one, he asked the madame, ‘Is this a union house?’

‘No, I’m sorry it isn’t.’

‘Well, if I pay you $100, what cut do the girls get?’

‘The house gets $80 and the girls get $20.’

Mightily offended at such unfair dealings, the man stomped off down the street in search of a more equitable shop. His search continued as long as you want to draw things out, until finally he reached a brothel where the madame said, ‘Why yes, this is a union house.’

‘And if I pay you $100, what cut do the girls get?’

‘The girls get $80 and the house gets $20.’

‘That’s more like it!’ the man said. He looked around the room and pointed to a stunningly attractive redhead. ‘I’d like her for the night.’

‘I’m sure you would, sir,’ said the madame, gesturing to a fat fifty-year-old woman in the corner, ‘but Ethel here has seniority.’

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