"I met a real Ho!"

It recently came to my attention that my sister made the acquaintance of a "real ho." The story goes as follows:

My sister, Rolly May, was walking along the streets of our campus when suddenly a scantily clad woman emerged from the bushes. Startled but ever helpful, Rolly inquires if the woman needs any help.
"Am I on a campus?" says the woman, to which my sister confirms that yes, the woman is in fact on a college campus. Rolly asked if the woman needed directions and the woman said "yeah I'm going to a club." When pressed for further details regarding what club she sought, the woman broke down and made a confession:
"It's my first night working the streets. My pimp has been calling and yelling at me but I just can't find M street. Do you all know where M street is?!" Taking a cue from the story of the Good Samaritan found within the Bible, Rolly points the ho in the direction of M street and escorts her for a short while before eventually parting ways. While they were walking to M street, the ho spotted several other scantily clad women, GW undergraduate freshmen, and yelled loudly "are they hos to? They workin the street too?"

This story will not be relayed in any fashion to my mother.