So is the stuff mentioned, they are doing work that they could never earn the same in a hundred lifetimes doing anything back home, is a huge driver for them to work hard and get that money to send home. The handlers and money laundering orgs take their vig, and the indentured servitude continues until a debt was paid (usually the price of travel, R+B, and the documents to make it all sort of legal-ish). Having hung out maybe too much with various AMP girls and MMS, is clear that this is the normal impetus for joining the profession.
In the end of the 1800s and early 1900s, millions, tens of millions, of men came to the US, alone without their families, to a place that spoke a different language and had different customs, and then lived in completely fucked up places and were beaten by every authority figure in a ten mile radius and enslaved in super dangerous turn of the century jobs like "jack man" or "fuse boy", only to send ten bucks a month home to their family with hopes that one day there would be enough to send for them to make the trip here. Universe is much tougher and more complex than most Americans can ever dream. I've been to countries where 100% a hundred dollar bill would make you king daddy of that town for a few months.
In a country of immense riches and freedoms and opportunity and "equity", is basically impossible for Americans to comprehend the lengths that people in other places have to go just to get a drink of water that won't kill them or to string together a few days of eating. So, for these ladies to find an opportunity to do in a month what might take an entire town a hundred years to do, I give them all the credit in the world for making the long dangerous journey with dangerous people in charge and then doing the nasty shit we pay them to do. Most Americans wouldn't last ten minutes in 90% of the world's territory. That these ladies last so many years and every time I see them they have a huge smile and a hug for me and a kiss, is a testament to literally how powerful they are inside their own minds and bodies.
Read the book by Sinclair, The Jungle, and maybe you get a feel for the mentality our AMP gals have inside their heads.
All of this is reason #42 why YMMV works. A friend, even for an hour, a nice guy that doesn't treat them like the trash they are for the other 11 hours of their day, who doesn't stick his dirty hands down her pants in the first ten seconds, who doesn't stink and all the other trash people come into AMPs like, can get just about anything. As grandfather always said, "be clean, be polite, and tip well, and the world is yours!"