All the stock I had was a white girl's education and a face that enchanted
the men of both races.
Starvation danced with me.
So when Big Lizzie, who kept a house for white men, came to me with tales
of fortune that I could reap from the sale of my virtue I bowed my head to
Vice.
Now I can drink more gin than any man for miles around.
Gin is better than all the water in Lethe.