Al Stewart's "Old Compton Street Blues" is mostly about a wannabe movie starlet who gets sucked downwards has a money angle too:

Oh, your pictures they don't really do you justice, little girl,
For you're careful not to let the camera touch your private world,
And there's just a hint of sadness in your smile through the dark,
As you slip your dress off slowly for the sailor or the clerk,
And it could have been so different, and at times you feel bad,
For you really did have something that the others never had,
And the circle turns and turns and turns so mad, little girl.

Ah, you must have been just fifteen when you made your mind up first
That you'd make it in the movies and you couldn't lose the thirst,
And it took you to the attic where the agent king holds court,
And his courtesans are fully paid-up losers of a sort.
He looks at you and tells you that you just might get the part,
But you don't get things for nothing and he doesn't want your heart,
And the circle turns and turns and turns so mad, little girl.

Mmm, you made it to the silver screen and yet you're not a star,
And advertising corsets didn't get you too far,
But money has its favourites and yours went back to them,
So you modeled in a studio in Greek Street for the rent.
There you met Antonio, your lover from afar,
Who put you on the streets to make the money for his car,
And the circle turns and turns and turns so fast, little girl.

Ah, your pictures they don't really do you justice any more,
For they're crumpled now and faded and were taken long ago,
And that faintly coy expression has now left without a trace.
Ah, there's little of it buried in the ruins of your face.
It could have been so different, and at times you feel bad,
For you really did have something that the others never had,
And the circle turns and turns and turns so mad, little girl.

Oh, the circle turns and turns and turns so sad, little girl.
Oh, the circle turns and turns and it's too bad, little girl.