The House of Ill Repute
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Loading ...A pair of Irish ditch diggers were repairing some road damage directly across the street from a house of ill repute. They witnessed a Protestant Minister lurking about, then ducking into the house. “Would ye look at that, Darby!” said Pat. “What a shameful disgrace, those Protestant Reverends sinnin’ in a house the likes of that place!” They both shook their heads and continued working.
A short time later they watched as a Rabbi looked around cautiously and then darted into the house when he was satisfied no one was looking. “Did ye see that, Darby?” Pat asked in shock and disbelief. “Is nothin’ holy to those Jewish Rabbis? I just can’t understand what the world is comin’ to these days. A man of the cloth indulgin’ himself in sins of the flesh. ‘Tis a shame, I tell ye!”
Not much later a third man, a Catholic Priest, was lurking about the house; looking around to see if any one was watching, then quietly sneaking in. “Oh no, Darby, look!” said Pat, removing his cap. “One of the poor girls musta died.”