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A woman walks into an accountant's office and tells him that she needs to file her taxes. The accountant says, 'Before we begin, I'll need to ask you a few questions.' He gets her name, address, social security number, etc. and then asks, 'What's your occupation?' 'I'm a Lady of the night,' she says. The accountant is somewhat taken aback and says, 'Let's try to rephrase that.' The woman says, 'OK, I'm a high-end call girl'. 'No, that still won't work. Try again.' They both think for a minute; then the woman says, 'I'm an elite chicken farmer.' The accountant asks, 'What does chicken farming have to do with being a prostitute?' 'Well, I raised a thousand little peckers last year.' 'Chicken Farmer it is.'
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