Smooth brown sugar skin, rich luxurious clothing, and voluminous coils sitting at the crown of his head, His Filipino eyes were recongnizable and visible under his black shades. Chains shone around his neck, and he kept a couple of buttons undone down his shirt. His smile was something you couldn't help to admire, and his voice was nothing but silky attraction preying on it's next victim. His name was Papa. And he was the biggest pimp in El Paso, i had yet to know that.