Who honestly believes the average HDR chica wants to be in the "business"? Some yea... most would chose something different. That's not the point and certainly not this thread's topic of discussion.
There's a guy named Sonny who frequently hits the HDR. I think the last count was 30 plus trips. Lives in CA and in his late 30's or early 40's. Looks like Elvis Costello. He and I are a lot alike in that after 10 trips it all looks the same, but we still show up for various reasons besides the chicas. One night he tells me this story how he was sitting at the lobby bar and he notices this chica come through the main doors, fumbles with her ID, then grabs the closest seat... alone. She's out of place. He goes on to relate how he goes over after 15-20 minutes, sits down and begins to chat. She's new alright... very attractive, but to Sonny something wasn't right. She didn't belong in the HDR. After an hour of conversation he says, "let's go" and they walk out the main door. She's thinking $$$ he's thinking something else. Standing outside he hands her 100 bucks. She appears dumbfounded probably thinking shouldn't this be happening in the room. Sonny tells her the following. "Take this money, get a cab and
don't ever come back in this place again. He said to me, "what do you think she did?" and with no opportunity to answer he claims, "she started crying like a baby". She thought this was a "whorehouse", but Sonny showed her a different side as to how things worked, at least in this case. "This wasn't the place for her" and as a longtime vet he felt like this was the right thing to do. She got a cab alright, but before leaving asked Sonny to dinner for the next night after she had dried her tears and composed herself. According to him they did go to dinner the next night and had a great time.
The point of the story is that there is a human side to the hobby and those who offer themselves. Plant a seed (non-leche) and you'll never know what might happen.
Berk....