I went to college in a big city. I would go jogging every night for exercise. Literally every single night I was approached by men asking for sex. I always said no, of course. I was a proper upper-middle class lady. A proper upper-middle class lady would never!
Around that time, pretty much damn near literally everything that could go wrong in my life all went wrong at once. I was raped. My mother was diagnosed with Hep-C and liver cancer (this was back before they had these nice shiny new cures for it and she ended up needing a transplant). My boyfriend of 2 years broke up with me in a really super fucking cold way, like polar asscrack of Pluto-cold. My stepfather lost his job and my mother was no longer able to work because of the Interferon they put her on. My education, which they assured me would be paid for in full, was suddenly no longer going to be paid for in full and abruptly fell onto my shoulders (over 100G). My sociopath sister tortured my cat to death and my dog, Axel, died shortly thereafter of old age.
I kinda just like... checked out. I was constantly in a haze, not really hearing things people were saying to me, not laughing at jokes. I didn't really sleep when I was sleeping. It was more like... going into a trance or something. But I still went out on my jogs every night at around 10. I went out one night and just kinda sat down in the grass. I was wondering how painful it would be if I threw myself in front of one of the big trucks on University Parkway when this hilariously cliche white windowless creeper van rolls up.
Late-middle aged guy, kinda weathered-looking, sticks his head and arm out the window. I can't remember what he said at all. I'm not even really sure I understood what he was saying but I went with him anyway. I have no clue why. I can't explain my actions. It just kinda happened.
Next thing I know, I'm being plowed in the ass while he tries to shove this little vial up my nose. And that was how I became a hooker for a while. I snapped out of it eventually, climbed up, got a respectable job, and everything turned out okay in the end (mostly) but there was a good solid year where I was a hooker.
So yes, I am speaking from experience.