You need a hooker.
- You know, I gotta get a shrink.
- Why, what do you need a shrink for?
- Well, I need a shrink. I need to be heard. I mean, I need to say the things in my mind but, you know, without caring wether the other person's bored, or wether what I'm saying makes any sense. No filters, you know?
- Well, my friend, you don't need a shrink, you need a hooker!
- A hooker.
- Yeah! For one, it's cheaper. She'll listen to you as much as you need as long as you pay her!
- A hooker. Very funny.
- I'm not joking man! You need a hooker. See, they're much more fucked up in life than you are, she just can't judge you from her position!
- Yeah. I bet they analyze your dreams really well also.
- Dreams, dreams. Who cares about dreams. You get two for the price of one. A bang and a listen. And plus you don't have to go there every week! Just kick her out when you're tired of talking.
- Dude, it's you who needs a shrink real bad.
- Alright then!
- Serious man, a hooker?
- Tell me, what profession came first? Freudian therapist or prostitute?
- Prostitute of course.
- Well, how do you think they manage to survive for so long?
- As long as there's some horny guy, with no self-respect and money to waste, I guess they will survive professionally!
- Ok, whatever. Just go and get a shrink. I'll go for a beer. And then maybe your hooker.
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- So like, how much do you pay for that kind of stuff?


