Also have to remember that for every one driving a Ferrari, or renting a Ferrari, there are a hundred on the street with a needle in their arm or sitting in a cell or posting endlessly on STG with no replies.
I think when we might call these gals we imagine the chick in that clip, with the nice hair and nails and skin and body and parfum and is young and carefree and hairless and tatt-less and piercing-less and disease-free and has all her teef and no cottage cheese and pleasant and totally into it and so successful and good and popular that she drives a Ferrari. Then you know who shows up, and well, we play the YMMV game. Sometimes you are the dog, sometimes you're the hydrant, da?