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An old man made it shakily through the door to Joe Conforte's Mustang Ranch, outside Reno, Nevada.
The receptionist stared at him. "You've got to be in the wrong place!" she exclaimed. "What are you looking for?"
"Ain't this the famous Mustang? Ain't this where you allus got forty-five girls ready and able?"
The receptionist looked perplexed. "Ready for what?"
"I want a girl!" the old man rasped.
"How old are you, Pops?" she asked.
"Ninety-two" he replied.
"Ninety-two??!! Pops, you've HAD it!!"
"Oh!" he replied, fumbling for his wallet,
"How much do I owe?"
The receptionist stared at him. "You've got to be in the wrong place!" she exclaimed. "What are you looking for?"
"Ain't this the famous Mustang? Ain't this where you allus got forty-five girls ready and able?"
The receptionist looked perplexed. "Ready for what?"
"I want a girl!" the old man rasped.
"How old are you, Pops?" she asked.
"Ninety-two" he replied.
"Ninety-two??!! Pops, you've HAD it!!"
"Oh!" he replied, fumbling for his wallet,
"How much do I owe?"
