How to be a Gigolo

I drove a taxi many years ago. One night I picked up what is euphemistically called "a working girl" who wanted to go to the place whe worked out of. When I went inside to get paid, the woman who ran the place looked me up and down and asked,

"Would you like to make $100 for an hour's work?"

"What?"

"We had a black woman call looking for a six-foot-tall white guy with blond hair and blue eyes. And you just walked in."

"Are you serious?"

"Oh yes."

"And what exactly does this entail?"

"Well, you spend an hour with her doing whatever she wants."

"An hour? Not maybe ten minutes?"

"Nope, an hour."

I thought about it for several seconds. Hmmm....I could tell people I was a gigolo! A real one! But I decided to pass on it.