One of my first punts in my early 20s, was greeted by a miserable cow of a hooker in a basement flat (I know, not recommended). Was told to strip whilst she went away with the cash.
Was then greeted by her pimp or boyfriend who thought he would try and see if I had more money by robbing me.
It ended with said pimp on the floor (practiced martial arts all my life) and the hooker throwing me my money back, shouting at me to get out of the flat. Was a fucking bizarre episode, one minute I'm all primed and good to go, then I'm picking up my jeans and shirt and my cash off the floor.
Amazed I'm still in the game 25 years on.