I grew up on a duck farm with my twin brother. It was tradition for every boy on his 18th birthday to be sent out to the city to make some money. The person who made the most inherited the majority of the farm. Well my brother and I had turn 18 and got $20 and a duck. Loaded up into pops truck and he dropped us off in the middle of the city after warning us about the temptations of the city. As soon as we started walking my brother saw a "Ducks wanted" sign at a pet store. He walked in and came back with $30 making it $50. "Duck farm is as good as mine!" He laughed and started walking back home. Well I started walking down the an alleyway when a good looking woman approached me. "Hey fella you lookin for a good time?" I replied "Sorry ma'am I'm trying to find someone to buy this duck." The lady knowing that Ducks where in short supply said "I can give you something you'd really like for that duck. I can make you feel like a man." I'll admit I never felt that manly so I agreed. My brother had won anyway so I figured I'd give myself an extra present. She took me deeper into the ally. 15 minutes later she's breathing all ragged. "One more time, I'll give you back the damn duck. I need to go again with you, you're incredible." Half an hour later I'm walking out with my duck. No richer but no poorer. All the sudden my duck hops out of my arms and got hit by a taxi. The driver frantically started apologizing and offered me all the money he made today $20 all together. He drove off. A Chinese diner saw everything and offered me $30 for my dead duck. I gave it to him. Walking home I realized I had made $70! I had won! I ran back home and showed my brother and father the $70. My brother was stunned but my father was pleasantly surprised. "How?!" My brother shouted. "I also would like to hear how you did it." Said my father. "Well.." I said. "To put it simply, I got a fúck for a duck, a duck for a fúck and $50 for a fúcked up duck."