Quasimodo comes down from his bell tower after many years. He keeps a low profile in the shadows of the Notre Dame's town square and thinks to himself, "it's been years I've been up in that bell tower. I could do with a bloody good shag."
So off he goes to the whorehouse in a back street and asks the madam on the door, "I've been up in that bell tower for many years and I could do with a bloody good shag."
The madam says, "well, you've come to the right place, the black lady through the door to the right is fifteen francs."
"Ah," says Quasi, "I'm afraid I only have ten francs."
"Well, for ten francs you get the white lady through the door to the left."
So he pays his money, goes through the left door and comes out again moments later, completely satisfied.
Several years later, after being up in the bell tower for many years, he comes down through the shadows in to the town centre. "You know what?" he thought to himself "I could do with a bloody good shag, and this time I have 15 euros." So off he goes to the same whorehouse he went to years previous.
On his way there, he spots a young boy, hideously disfigured with a hunch on his back, dragging one of his feet behind him. Quasi goes to the boy and says to him, "excuse me, young man, how old are you?"
"I'm nearly 5 now," says the boy, as he looks up to Quasimodo. "Excuse me," says the young boy, "is it possible you could be my father?"
"I suppose so, it was around 5 years ago I last came down from my bell tower."
"How could you do this to me, father? Look at me: I'm hideous, I have a lame leg, I have a hunch and all the people point and shout names at me. How could you bring such a creature in to the world?"
"Well, thank your lucky stars, son. If I had another five francs, you'd have been black as well."