All her romance novels were like, I don’t know. She had one
that was like a slave thing or whatever. It was a big,
strapping black guy on the cover, holding this passed-out
white woman.
Tiffany: “Well, I don’t know any slaves, but I could
probably hook you up with somebody big and strong.”So I hooked her up with Titus’s boy, Goliath. She’d give
me $200, I’d take $50, give the rest to Goliath, and then set
up the meeting.
ͳen she introduced me to another lady. I linked her up
with another guy that was a friend of Goliath. It was kind of
like word of mouth, and I started having a lot of clients.
One lady wanted a strong white man. I didn’t know any
huge white guys, but I used to be in Venice Beach a lot, and
I met this dude on the boardwalk.
Tiffany: “Hey, would you ever fuck for money?”Big White Dude: “Yeah. Of course.”Just like that. Pimping dudes was easy.
ͳe problem was that I wasn’t really necessary. A lot of
these guys, once I introduced them and got my $50, they
started hooking up with these chicks on their own, doing
their own thing. Which makes sense, to be honest. Aside
from the intro, they didn’t need me.
So I ended up getting out of pimping, because I didn’t