The other flaw in your story is that when you are young, you fall in love with the who'e, and just slide back home for the contents of your Pa's wallet a change of clothes (this is normally when Mommy catches you) a raw beef sandwich and out again for a second helping.
Then at midnight this gentleman knocks on your Pa's door
Hands your Dad back his empty wallet, pulls you (trussed like a turkey) out of the boot, and tells your Dad to keep you away from the who's as you're ruining his business.
Naturally your dad then discovers the Pimp's his old Mathematics master, and the night drifts away to endless reminiscences about Pythagoras and all. Ask Mark.