I had a break-down (well, two flat tires at once, actually; nothing wrong with the car itself but I only had one spare) in a bad part of town and spent an hour or so stranded at a gas station trying to find someone who could come get me. I didn't think I was dressed to compete with the girls who were hanging around looking for work, but I got enough offers. It was pretty scary.

I finally got ahold of my dad, who showed up in record time when he found out where I was. I'm probably lucky I wasn't assaulted.

I don't get the appeal of most of those songs, either. There is nothing entertaining about being in that situation. I'd be willing to bet that virtually everyone who finds herself (or himself) in that line of work is there out of sheer desperation.