Tiffany: “You doing these pornos. How much are you
getting?”Bertha: “I don’t know what I’m getting paid, because
he takes the money.”Tiffany: “Girl, I could probably hook you up with
some gigs, and I would just take 10 percent.”Bertha: “Really?”Tiffany: “Yeah. If you made $1000, I would only want
$100. If you made $1500, I would just want $150.”Bertha: “Hmm. ͳis sounds like it would be a good
thing.”We started talking on the phone every day, and I kept
working her. So now I was on the phone with her for about
a week and a half, two weeks. She done became my friend.
Right? I was like, I hate her though. I fucking hate her.
Tiffany: “I’m telling you. You could make a lot more
money, if you just work with me. You could even still
be with him. He could be your man or whatever y’all
got going on, but you should work with me.”She agreed, so I started looking in the LA Weekly, and I
found her a gig to do like three porns. I got her $1500 for
one, $700 for another, and the other one, she had to get