"Like most guys, who grew up without a father, Bill surrounded himself with respectable elders. The first of these was Esteban Viero. Esteban was a pimp and a friend of Bill's mother in Acuña, Mexico. He has been running a brothel for 50 years. His roof was the acuña guys - the offspring of his whores. They ruled the city and he controlled this pack. And now this 80-year-old retired gentleman could show me the way to Bill" (Kill Bill).

The story could be as described above, if it didn't happen in The European New York. The lady, a friend of monkey's, some levels higher in gens quality, than the monkey, got a child from a client. The guy disappeared, as soon as he found out, that the girl (let me call her pony: no longer a monkey, but still not a thoroughbred horse) is pregnant. The answer to "Why she f@cked without a protection?" sounded as: "He told her, that he was rich". The pony is chronically on the hunt with her short legs for wealthy men, like in those ABBA's lines of the song: "In my dreams I have a plan, If I got me a wealthy man, I wouldn't have to work at all, I'd fool around and have a ba-all..." The pony doesn't even name those guys, calling them "richmen", as a laboratory personal does to rets, so as not to develop bonds towards them. Not calling by name is her peculiarity. I doubt, that she knows about animal laboratory rules. Not brainy, but still a street-wise human female birthgiver. 

It is a fairly common situation in our escort community: a guy, who wants to have an unprotected vaginal sex with finishing inside (for me this idea is a reason to kill, considering my being childfree and safe from diseases), because he cannot enjoy intercourse in a condom, offers a girl a relationship with a marriage perspective and lies about his financial status to make her pliable. After such relationship, instead of having an abortion, some girls give birth, hoping for something, yet getting zero instead. If only an abortion would go along with a brain augmentation instead of  afterbirth hanging tits enlargement, an escort community could have a chance to make a difference. (But a lobotomy and a sterilization for the most stupid ones is an option, too.) In a while, after "maternity leave", such mothers come back to the escort to hunt the next "richman", who will feed all that offspring. There are pressing questions in the air: Why to give a birth being a prostitute out of marriage and out of everything? Why to play on such a shaky field without a lifetime warranty, that a child's father will provide a woman and his child with everything needed, excluding returning to a prostitution to make ends meet? I wish all escort ladies would have better strategies, how to hump rich guys, not getting themselves into troubles.

Once I cooperated with a girl in a DUO-format meetings to raise some extra money. The girl was a brainless monkey-type creature: pretty (but only in some specific body parts) and funny enough to entertain me and our clients, one of whom offered her a dating, as soon as we climbed down from him. I can presume, it was a love at first sight by escort format: a joyful marmoset and a clever financial dick, who, obviously, took an instant decision to invest his time in a personal circus. Possibly, the chap concluded, that the monkey was earning like a hell, and they together would create fellows to shake Wall Street into pieces. That was quite unreasonable of him to take such a decision without a proper risk management and biological analysis, because the girl is as dimwitted as a reptile: no loyalty, no respect, no honesty, no reliability, not a good conversationalist, no f@cking nothing; easily sacrifices long-term friendly and loving bonds for short-term gain. So, they kept together for a while, after that this adventurous enterprising dick vanished from the girl's life faster than a cr@p, flushed in the toilet. I gave a thought to the situation, only because I am the one among similar, who put freedom on the first place, but at the same time willing to have a strong love connection. (Scammers, step away, please. You would rather get into The Central Intelligence Agency than into my head and heart.) 

So... There is a complex of outputs: the girl, who is classy until silent (plastic surgery did well 0n her), but on the low genetical level in consideration of inborn appearance and intelligence; and a tricky chap, who exceeded the monkey's funding expectations and eventually realized, that the children could be idiots, because intellect is transmitted by maternal inheritance. Unfortunately, there is no procedure to transform an imbecile into an academic. Moreover, silicon tits and veneers are unattainable luxury to change. And prostitutes money is just a imperceptible matter, the air, that doesn't exist  - as soon as this sh@tty jordan belfort comprehended everything, he vanished like Harry Houdini from the cube with water.) You know, what this girl did after being left by this underscammer? She pulled eyes on the temples and changed breast implants for bigger once, instead of developing neuros connections in her hydrocephalic head, so as not to shock clients with her stupidity. Such stories are quite typical in escort environment with the disclaimer, that an empty head always loses in marriage games.