“Cool it,” cried Olga. “Working hard is what I do! Can’t be perfect. Going to school not cheap and what are you doing here, a beauty nobody want. My first year was ok, only five or ten times knocked down, then later more and more. He says I’m no lady and gotta work harder for his dollar.”

“Cool it,” cried Olga. “Working hard is what I do! Can’t be perfect. Going to school not cheap and what are you doing here, a beauty nobody want. My first year was ok, only five or ten times knocked down, then later more and more. He says I’m no lady and gotta work harder for his dollar.”

— J.M.K. Walkow