True, but I do not care how much $$ he has I am not screwing him. A prostitute, I am not.
The guy isn't bad-looking at all, and the woman could definitely use the money, so she grabs her purse, hops off her barstool, and says, "sure!"
At this point, the guy holds his hand up. "Good. But I don't want to pay you a million dollars anymore. I'll only pay you fifty dollars."
The woman is outraged. "Fifty dollars?! What kind of woman do you think I am?"
The guy responds: "We both know what kind of woman you are. We're just haggling over the price."