There was an English gentleman who had been to New York, Miami, and Los Angeles, but he had never really seen the United States. So, when he was close to the age of 50, he decided to take an extended vacation and leisurely drive through much of the United States.

He arrived in New York, rented a car, and meandered South at a slow pace. He toured all of the Atlantic Coast States, with side trips to see the Great Smokey Mountains and such.

He then headed West to tour the South and Southwest.

Not very long after our Englishman had driven into New Mexico, there was an event in Chicago.

As it so happened, two black prostitutes from Chicago decided to head for warmer climes. So off they went, hitch-hiking to Los Angeles.

Well, guess what? Our two prostitutes were trying for a ride in Arizona, and along comes our Englishman.

The Englishman, knowing little about the United States and wanting to learn more, picked the prostitutes up.

The Englishman had heard about American Indians in the Southwest, and assumed that is what the two women were.

He said, “Are you two ladies Navajos?

One of the women answered, “No, sir, we are Chicagohoes.”

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