I grew up in a small valley village where everyone knew everyone. When I was 16 I was hitchhiking back from London and got a lift from a truck, he asked where I lived so I told him, he comes back with I helped build the new road through there, is Mrs XXXXXXX still on the game. Er What? I said. “Oh yes all the road boys would be queuing to have a go on a Friday, if she was really busy her daughter would lend a hand” 😯 The women in question was married to the bloke who was the manager of the local swimming pool and a local counciller.
I got home and asked my dad and my mum gave me the look and said we dont talk about that type of thing 😆
Later my dad confirmed it and said she wouldnt service local men, weird.
On the OP’s question it would be very difficult.