....well.....I had almost forgotten my one real 'encounter' with a 'working girl'. When I first moved to the DC area, I didn't even own a car, but had the use of a friend's car fairly often.
One night I was returning from a movie, and was going thru an area just within the "Mall" ...south of downtown DC...when I noticed a woman on the sidewalk, STOMPING along angrily but sort of limping because she had one broken heel on her shoe. Her attire sort of suggested her profession, though not the most extreme sort....
   On an impulse, I slowed, rolled down the window, and asked if she had a problem. She looked at me balefully and said something like "I need to get back to [wherever it was...only a few minutes by car]"

I shrugged and said "ok, get in"...She did...and I drove her back, not a word being exchanged. I assume that some 'date' had gone badly and she had been dumped or...or jumped OUT of a car...
Anyway, I let her off, she mumbled "thank you" and I went on my way, wondering mostly what had possessed me to get involved.

In all my 49 years of adulthood, I have never seriously considered spending any money that way...(I was never IN the army or navy)..but I have no strong feeling about it either way, except to regret the situations of the many, many women who end up in sad, degrading, dangerous aspects of the profession.