A prostitute at a brothel dies during intercourse.
The man runs downstairs, crying, “My God, she’s dead! What am I going to do?”
The Madam intercepts him. “Now just keep cool,” she says, “and I’ll call the coroner.”
“The coroner? What for? I can’t fuck him!”
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