Having to work for a living is already an extremely sad and dark lifestyle. It’s inherently monstrous and inhumane, and antithetical to being a healthy individual psychologically, emotionally, and physically.
Compared to that, any hypothetical negative effects from sex work are as irrelevant as spitting into the sea.
And, frankly, sex work seems healthier, easier, and less emotionally taxing than most other alternatives, buck for buck, so if you’re gonna get fucked anyway it might as well be non-metaphorically.
Fruit is mostly sugar and water. That’s the food. The cellulose is just the container; you don’t need to digest that, you just shit it with the seeds.