Punting is supposed to be fun, an expensive pleasure. The cost is not relevant, it's a waste of money. That waste is an individual choice, how much you have and how much you want to punt, or how often.
In the last year I've been to Morocco and the Philippines twice and have a trip to the US planned. As far as I'm concerned, if pro$$ies want to deprive me of some great adventures then they've got to entice me. The same tired, old hags who lie about their age, size, services; are selective in who they will allow to touch them; are unreliable; the list goes on. Fuck 'em, or don't, as is my choice.
I spent an hour or two, a couple of weeks ago, trying to find someone to give some cash. Between the grim choices on AW and the dubious choices available on VS mixed with the reviews on here, I couldn't be bothered.
Jaded? Maybe? I want to punt. To be greeted with a smile by an attractive young woman, to feel the smooth skin and a firm body, to explore, the smells, the tastes, the sensations, to walk away afterwards with a spring in my step. If that's too much to ask then so is the fee they are demanding.