Bertha: “I don’t know why you’re so angry at me. I just
work for him.”Can you believe this? I kept talking to her, and I started
realizing this bitch is dumb as fuck.
Tiffany: “Oh, what kind of work do you do for him?”Bertha: “Well, you know, like customer service–type
work.”Tiffany: “Customer service–type work? Girl, keep it
one hundred, because I remember him saying he
wanted to be a pimp. So you a ho?”Bertha: “I’m not a ho. I’m an entertainer.”She told me about how she met Titus through his
homeboy or whatever, and that she wanted to be in movies.
She wanted to make money, and they told her that she
could make money being in movies having sex with people,
so that’s what she’d do.
Tiffany: “So how much money are you making doing
entertainment?”Bertha: “None, because he keeps all the money. But he
gets my hair done, my nails done. He buys me clothes.
He feeds me.”