I came west looking for honest work, but hot, dirty jobs in a kitchen or laundry are not what I had in mind. So I started entertaining the men in this dance hall. The manager promised me nice clothes and good money. But I have to pay him so much for my clothes and rent, I don't even have the money to leave. I keep hoping I'll meet a good man with some money and manners, but the only men who will have me now are now are coarse, good-for-nothing miners.