Did it once when I was young, just for the sex. When we went to her place, I found out that she had a rather repugnant (to me) way of making a living -- call it balls-to-the-wall capitalism, technically legal but ruining a lot of lives. And she'd done well at it: "her place" turned out to be a luxury condo 20 stories above Nob Hill with a view to die for. She had half a floor to herself.
Neither the evening nor the sex were especially good -- kept asking myself, "Why am I here?" And there was no good answer -- well, there was an answer, obviously, but I found out the hard way that it wasn't any good. Without a certain sympathy towards her, how good could it be?
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