I spent the last couple months researching Jack the Ripper and life in Whitechapel in the 19th century. Living conditions were deplorable. How did the people manage to get up in the morning and not despair? Today they'd probably be depressed and on meds. Back then, somehow, miraculously, life went on.
Whores even still walked the streets. They had to make money to pay for food and lodging. They may have been horrified, but they were not scared stiff and they did not hide. Hoping against hope that they wouldn't be next.