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i remember selling pussy since i was nine years old. my uncle took used to be the best pimp there was on the west coast, he had yellow bones, brown skin bitches, white bitches, the best of the best really. my real name is none of your fucking concern, nobody knows it but bryson, and he wasn't even supposed to know.
back to my uncle, he got me my first prostitute, i was nervous of course but he coached me through it and i ended up getting deeper into the game, he was heavy on coke, so eventually he passed, but he always told me to keep his name alive, and that's what i'm doing.
hence the reason i changed my name from what it was to took.
i been pimpin' ever since, around the summer time is when 12 start to crack down on the whole prostitution thing, so that's when i start to slow down on the game and keep my main bitch vegas in charge to keep the girls at her place until the cops die down and they can move back into the house i put them in.
get yo' hoe ass back on that corner!" i screamed as i pimp slapped my newest girl dior, i found her homeless with nothing but a pretty face and a suitcase and tears in her eyes, i told her if she came with me all of her dreams would come true.
NEW CHARACTER !
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CHANEL"DIOR" DAVENPORT
these girls are too naive, seriously, i don't know her story and why she was in the situation she was in but i don't care either, as long as she makes me my money, i would hate to have to take care of her ass.
"i'm sorry daddy, i can't!" she cried as i yanked her up against the wall, slapping her even more. "vegas told me that the john was a cop, and i didn't wanna get arrested." she said, crying hysterically.
"i don't give a fuck, take that risk for me!" i screamed, throwing her on the ground, her scraping her knee and looking up at me with fear, i know sometimes i can take this job a little too far, it's just that they put me in jeopardy of getting caught by 12.
nobody knows exactly how i make my money and i'd like to keep it that way honestly, i can't be having my niggas know that i be pimping bitches out, i ain't neva scared but it's just none of they concern.
"ayo, vegas, why the fuck you mess in' with my bag fo' ?" i screamer at vegas, punching her in her stomach making her groan and fall to the floor. "you bitch ass nigga , she almost got arrested!" she screamed as she threw a punch back at me. "damn, you dumb bitch." i said as i held my hand to my cheek, she may be a 5'5 woman but she throw punches like a man, and that's why she my bottom bitch.
for all the kids that go to sleep with a helmet on, a bottom bitch is a pimp's favorite prostitute that he chooses to keep the rest of his girls in line, and keep they're heads in the game.
"freeze!" was all i heard, and a flash of blue and red lights before i grabbed dior and vegas and began to run towards my car, which thankfully was running already due to me having to chase down these bitches because business was slow. "stop." the officer yelled as he began to get into his car.
but it was too late, we were already gone.
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i haven't heard from ashiya in so long, i actually haven't heard from her since the concert honestly, she's always been a bit of a distant person but it's not like her to not check up on us every once in a while, i know she's been telling me about this "situation" she told me she's stuck in but she won't tell me what exactly, i never really paid it any attention until now.
so me and my sister decided to go to her apartment and see if she was okay, and shae decided to tag along because she's been worried too. once we arrived at her place, we knocked on her and couldn't help but notice that her door was unlocked and open.
"shit." shae said as we carefully walked into the vacant home, i pulled out my pistol and cocked it just in case some shit popped off.
shards of broken glass on the floor, her room door was torn off of the hinges, and a hole was in the wall.
i don't know where our friend is, but we've gotta find her.
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omg where is ashiya 😩.
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y'all it's only this short because it's continued from the previous chapter.. please don't attack me.
