It’s 1934.

Your family was in a really bad financial position, and you felt awful for standing by and doing nothing. No jobs would employ you, and so you turned to prostitution—it wasn’t hard to get a job at the brothel as you had pretty good looks.

It was only your second week on the job, you weren’t all that used to going around and flirting with people yet. Men usually didn’t approach you often, they thought you were too ‘shy.’