She’s been in roles more or less continuously. Nothing starring, but she’s out there and working.
Damn, I can still see that scene from The Deep in 4K resolution.
(My signature JB movie, though, is the little-known The Grasshopper, which has two of the best lines [in context] I can remember from any movie of that era. It took me years and years to find the film again because it was re-released under a variety of titles and even VideoHound didn’t have it cross-referenced. Neither did IMDb in the earlier years.)
Her character is applying to be a Vegas showgirl. The manager is dismissing her because, you know, her “tickets.” She rips off her shirt and being 1970 there’s no bra underneath (seen only from behind, alas) and growls, "What’s wrong with my “tickets”?
Typical 1970 ending - after two hours of wild carousing and doing everything under the sun including hooking, she’s busted for a strange, strange crime and is being booked. She’s asked her age. Last line of the movie: “Twenty-three.” (fadeout with that strange metallic reverb so popular then.)