The street I grew up in there was a mixture of family homes to elderly residents that everyone knew. Nice neighbours.
There was this nice particular nice old lady who was in her 70’s who would always be nice to us young kids playing outside our homes. She didn’t stand out from any of our older neighbours.
Anyway there were always rumours she was a prostitute. I had herd that term before “prostitute” but was too young to know what it meant and laughed along when people mentioned her.
Years later as an adult I’ve had people verify that she infact was one.
Looking back she did always have male visiters but I assumed she had son’s and nethrew’s stopping by.