Pimp Friend 2: “Maybe Tiĉ should hang with us. She
sound like the true pimp.”
He called me, all hysterical, voice trembling.
Titus: “You take my bitch?”
Tiffany: “Yeah, I took your bitch, BITCH, and I’ll do it
again. I’ll take all your bitches, you little dirty-ass
motherfucker.”
Titus: “I fucking hate you. You’re a horrible person.”
I just felt so good. I felt like I really accomplished a lot.
• • •
Eventually, I started pimping Titus’s male friends. One of his
boys—we called him Goliath because he was so huge—
heard what I had been doing for Bertha. He asked me if I
could set him up, too. I started oĉ getting him some pornos,
and those went well. Then something else came up.
I was still doing Bar Mitzvahs on the weekends, and of
course, if you’re doing Bar Mitzvahs, you’re going to meet
old Jewish ladies. I met a lot of lonely ones, and I got to be
friends with them. ͳen they started telling me how lonely
they were and saying things like, “My husband’s not
satisfying me.”
I remember the mrst conversation that started it. I had
just finished a Bar Mitzvah practice, and was about to leave.