A busty whore allowed men to satisfy themselves in her cleavage and she never expected payment in cash. What she wanted in return was a few old clothes and two or three broken chairs.
One client, who happened to be a Viking who liked playing croquet with a gnome, questioned this idiosyncrasy. “Why do you allow the use of your bosom in return for such junk?”
“Well,” replied the busty whore thoughtfully, “it's because I was told by my mother always to give tit for tat.”
¶ You can lead a whore to culture but you can't make her think. Feel free to try, though. Just leave me out of it.