I know that wasn't your question but my answers are slightly similar, like third
cousins having sex.
While we were dating I accidentally found out she was a Hooker, never told her for a few reasons.
1. If I had told her she would have asked how I knew.
If I told her how I found out, she would have known I was not a virgin to pay for play and possibly become uncomfortable with me.
2. She was sweet and innocent in public and slow to warm up in bed.
I enjoyed her persona the way she was.
She never asked me for money, I loved her for that.
She traveled a lot so I never tired of her.
I would hope if she hadn't moved to the other side of the World she'd still be sleeping with me, when she was in town.
Before I tried pay for play I had a few ex GF's become hookers, a year or two after we split.
The first ex GF who turned hooker I remember the most fondly, an improved, prettier Mila Kunis look alike, with plumper lips and larger breasts. She was also Russian, a waitress I met at the beach.
I'll never forget the night she came home extremely irritated and insulted when a customer at her restaurant offered her a few hundred for sex.
From my perspective and her description of him, a grand would have been more appropriate.
After we spilt a year later we became casual platonic friends who kept in touch, occasionally meeting for lunch.
She had found a new guy and I a new GF.
A couple years later she confided in me she left her BF, she lived alone and was now a part time hooker.
At the time I thought renting hookers was only something desperate guys with no social skills would do.
I was cool with her disclosure with only "interesting" as my reply.
At the time I never imagined I would pay for sex but I had no issues with hookers or the guys that paid for them though I felt guys who only frequented hookers must be sad and lonely.
That was before friends started telling me their divorce stories.
Occasionally I would call her and plead for some good old memories sex. If she wasn't busy she would sometime say yes.
I feel a little bad about the times she said NO on the phone and I begged until she said OK, come on over.
But not too bad, since memories of sex with her are great and hopefully never to forget.
On the other side of the coin I never had a desire to solicit for free or fee, any strippers I knew, when I found out they were hooking on the side.