High-end prossies, low-end...doesn't it all end up the same? A dose of the clap and a cotton swab jammed up you-know-where. Or crabs. Horrors. I could never invite a total stranger to give me an STD for money. Maybe I'm displaying my total ignorance of the trade here...but if I want to get an embarrassing disease, I can find it in any bar or club in Chicago.