The one time I suspect a pimp might have been involved was actually for a massage.
I had set up the appointment with the number in the ad. From the parking lot, I texted “I’ve arrived” and got back “I’m ready. Come on up.” Then the young asian man who answered the door (a) looked nothing like the man in the ad and(b) was completely surprised by me being at the door. I said, “you just texted me that you’re ready and waiting.” He said, “that number is someone in Houston.” I don’t know if the guy I’d been texting with was a pimp or not, but he certainly might have been.
The young man at the appointment tried to give a decent massage, but had no idea what he was doing.