Happy Ending

My friend Evan likes to make self deprecating jokes about being a cheap Jew. He is one of the few Jews, like myself, living in Santiago. Massiel and I were sitting at the bar at the Almirante tonight and Evan walked over. He told us that he had been approached in the casino by two hooker types. They wanted to know if he remembered them, they gave massages. He said no, and they reminded him again that they gave massages. He asked if they worked up at the pool and they said no, they gave "private massages". Not knowing if Massiel was familiar with how some massages work, I explained to her that at the end, the masseuse gives you a "happy ending". Evan chimed in with, " A real happy ending for me is big discount at the end.