Walsall, 1990s. I was a younger man and as others have written, there was quality to be found with a bit of effort. They'll all be on Seeking or somewhere now.
When cruising and I saw something I liked, I'd always park round a corner and walk to the girl to negotiate. Easier to spot plod and easier to spot a druggie, worn out hag or other kind of weirdo. By the time you'd parked somewhere safe your target often got away, but the strategy avoided many problems. Always used to drive well out of the area to do the deed.
Thinking with my dick one night I threw this away. Picked up in the car and to a spot chosen by the girl. Did have enough sense not to park nose in, and position the car so my exit couldn't be blocked. Sure enough, a couple of minutes after parking, two guys in a vehicle show up on the rob. Pushed the girl out and managed to drive away, maybe £20 down. A few hours later I noticed their car parked outside a HMO. Had a can of expanding filler with me. No idea how good it is at blocking an exhaust but I like to think I got the better of that exchange.
Plod could be helpful too. Picked up a girl and we drove well out of the area. New spot. Reversing my car to park I hear a loud crash. Yobs had kicked away the wall that should have been behind me and the rear wheels of my car are hanging over an 8ft drop. Couldn't think wtf to do and the girl (who wasn't an obvious 'worker') stays with me while we decide to call plod. Two big cunts turn up. When they'd finished pissing themselves laughing at the situation both sat on my bonnet, giving enough grip to get all four wheels back on the road. The car, a big Scandinavian one, was unscathed.