The guys just want 'wham, bam, thank-you ma'am.' They don't care about building a relationship.

[…] Fanny, forgetful of her young-ladyism and her sixteen years, had boxed Tom's ears, and Tom, resenting the insult, had forcibly seated her in the coal-hod, where he held her with one hand while he returned the compliment with the other.

The hos were young, nigger-rich and sassy. On a good night these girls age 16 to 23 could earn $80 minimum.

It was tragic, all right, but George and Hazel couldn't think about it very hard. Hazel had a perfectly average intelligence, which meant she couldn't think about anything except in short bursts.