Years ago, when I first moved to DC, it had a notorious “red light district” downtown. (We used to go after bar hours and make fun of the ugly prostitutes.) It was a natural place for it to appear, being near downtown bars where guys who had struck out had a chance to “get lucky”.
But last night, I think I found one in a very rural setting. (Long story follows 
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I have just moved from another neighboring state, but haven’t switched over my registration and license. (This is important to the story.) I was taking a back road home from my night job at about 1:00 AM, as I’d heard there was construction on the interstate. But just as I started out, a truck started to following me. At first I thought it was just coincidence, but after 4 miles of various turns, I was sure I was being stalked for my tip money.
I was coming up to an intersection where I knew the way home from. Standing at the stop sign, under a street light, was a woman who was wearing a rather revealing outfit. But I was still concerned about the truck, so I didn’t think to wonder what she was doing there. After I turned, I saw a cop car at a closed convenience store. I turned into the parking lot, the truck kept going, and the police car started to pull out. I stopped to collect myself and make sure the truck didn’t turn around.
The cop had turned back around and pulled up behind me. I rolled down my window to talk to him about the truck. But he honked his horn (the annoying one attached to his siren), indicating that he wanted me to move along. So I left.
(After I left, he addressed the woman who was at the corner and had started to come towards my car. [I didn’t see her approaching before I left.] She told him that I was her “ride”. I’m not sure what else she told her. But he decided to catch up to me.)
Unbeknownst to me, one of my taillights was out. He noticed this and used it as an excuse to pull me over. After running my plates, he approached my window. He asked for my license, confirming my ID with my plates. He then asked if I knew the woman that was at the corner.
I said, “No.”
He then told me her assertion that I was her ride. I denied it, but perhaps a bit to vehemently. He asked why I was out, and I told him about just getting off of work, the truck, why I’d pulled in to the parking lot. But in his mind, he saw an out-of-stater that perhaps was an acquaintance of a street-walker (road-walker?).
He then went back to his car for the required let’s-delay-this-guy-for-ten-minutes-per-pullover. He then returned, gave me a warning about the taillight and that I was over the 30 days for getting my car info registered in state (I informed him that it was 60 days as per DMV. [He was a state park policeman, so he probably wasn’t completely verse in the rules.]) Then he said he’d be patrolling that area for some time to come, implying that he didn’t want me coming through there anymore.
End of story.
But now back to the subject. This woman was on a very off-the-beaten-track road. Is there any logic for picking a remote corner like this for her trade? The Park Policeman was in obvious view, so was she hoping to use the “he’s my ride” excuse in case someone did stop for her?