Even the cameraman seems to have trouble staying awake during Doris Wishman’s downbeat tale of a nice girl who turns to prostitution for money. He wobbles like a drunk throughout. The funniest moments are the several instances where the camera, in the middle of a scene, callously dives into an actress’s cleavage and presses forward until the shot slips out of focus.
A few other things that might help you get through this one: 
Writer/producer/director Doris Wishman’s signature eccentricity is fully ripe here. Wishman loves to film feet, legs, knees, hands, walls, doors, and furniture, but she doesn’t care much for faces. Her micro-budget films were shot silent with all sound dubbed in later. She avoids faces so as to not make bad actors work too hard to match what’s on screen while they record their dialogue, but she goes crazy with it to eerie effect.
Also, the beehive-haired girls here are eye-popping if you’re into the curvy Marilyn Monroe look. The two main actresses (Barbie Kemp and Mary O’Hara) are fine blonde 60s hourglasses, each with boobs and an ass that must have their own gravitational pull, and whom Wishman often stuffs into tight dresses or sheer body-stockings or simply depicts flouncing around in their underwear.