All part of life's rich experience, dicky.
I'm wealthy enough not to care how much I spend shagging all types of WGs so the cost is irrelevant to me.
I remember Abbie was at least polite, clean and sober, with manicured nails and a nice tanned complexion.
It wasn't like picking up a pissed fat bird down the boozer, and then having to kick the lump of lard out the house in the morning.