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...all women are whores.

Russian Lover: That blonde was hot.
Me: Yeah, but even I could afford that one.
RL: Oh yeah? How much do you think she's worth?
Me: A nickel.
RL: Really? Because did you see the size of the rock on her finger?
Me: Doesn't mean a thing.
RL: How so?
Me. Diamond rings can be bought on a payment plan.
RL: True.
Me: So, for that matter, can big houses and fast cars. Women worth something are never impressed by those things.
RL: Oh?
Me: Yes. Because savvy women never trust men with just lots of expensive things. Smart women never trust anything that can be financed. Smart women only trust cash.

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