Holy cow, I think I saw a hooker last night and a pimp too!

As I was walking back home from the metro I passed Quincy Street and saw what looked to be from straight out of a movie or bad 70s detective show. There was a woman walking who was dressed next to nothing, practically falling out, hard to explain but certainly not someone on an evening stroll. She was, I realized, a prostitute. It was as though a caricature of a prostitute was walking in front of me- barely any clothes, super high heels, etc. And I was shocked, not because it was a prostitute but because I had never seen one in Petworth before. Anyway, as I stare incredulously, I notice what I only assumed to be her pimp two steps behind her yelling at her. It wasn’t screaming, more like controlled yelling. He didn’t have a big fluffy hat nor goldfish in platform shoes but it was unmistakable. They kept walking at a very brisk pace east on Quincy. And I thought to myself, holy cow, that is a pimp. It was almost like seeing a celebrity in a weird way. I had never seen a pimp before. I had seen pimps on tv but never in real life. At this point I was expecting to hear the theme music from the tv show ‘cops’ come on, you know “bad boys, bad boys, what they gonna do…”. Sorry, the point of this story is that I think I saw a prosititute and her pimp and despite my initial fascination it made me very sad. Is this a problem in Petworth? Forget the legal argument for a minute. Just focus on what clearly is a dangerous situation. Has anyone else seen this before? Or am I extremely naive?