Prostitute

A prostitute was that thing that your daddy went to see every Tuesday and over extended weekends instead of taking you fishing. He never had money for the rent but she had enough dough to buy her own pink, frilly motorboat. In fact, I think that was your stolen boat, last seen with your father on his three days off for Father-Saughter Picnic Weekend. I bet you feel bad now that you know the truth but don't worry, your foster mother will take good care of you after your mother leaves and shacks up with Obi-Wan Kenobi's holocron. Hey, its better than your father, and its apparently better than you. Deal with it.