Back when, as a jit, whilst clubbing was still a thing this old head gave us a lift into town as he was on his way to the brothel and we were waiting for a taxi.
He quipped "Spending all that money on threads, drinks, access and the rest and you still ain't guaranteed a thing and even if you get it no telling if she'll perform as expected at the end of the evening".
We laughed and called him a trick, said he had no game and was old and wrinkled but now, looking back on it, he really was spitting because its always been transactional but lately its became so blatant that what he said makes perfect sense as he was up on it back when. Another gem:
"Either way you're paying for it. I'm just guaranteed a return on my investment with no headache or static I don't want to deal with".
The coming wave of semi sentient sex robots will cause an immense market correction but, on the flip, things will get super strange for the collective as people profess their undying passions for a chunk of silicon approximating a human.
What if Earth is the insane asylum of the solar system and all the nutty goofs incarnate here so we don't mess up the vibe of someplace else?