Signs and posters have become increasingly regular on the streets of Brooklyn these past few weeks, colourful and snazzy bright pictures of a dazzling and handsome looking man in a lime green suit. A golden smile with a pair of sparkling glasses covering his mysterious but no doubt handsome eyes. 

The posters read "The celebrity Pimp Gerald invites you to the local speak easy. Free drinks"

The posters have been seen by many people throughout the week, the name Gerald is hot on the gossip, who is this man? Why is he so famous and snazzy? Where did he get that coat from its amazing!

As the night draws closer people begin to flock at the speak easy entrance await the doors to open. 8pm finally comes round and the doors creak open. A big burly bounces begins organising a line and allowing people to enter the club. As people find a seat and begin ordering drinks the lights slowly begin to dim. A spotlight begins slowly circling the room as the lights dim to blackness... As the spot light settles on the stage a piano is pushed out from behind the curtain and centered into the spot light. A man in a pink tailored suit makes his way to the stage and takes a seat at the piano. With a gentle smile toward the audience he begins to play.

A few moments pass and the spotlight moves away from the piano over to the dark side of the stage, illuminating  a man who could not previously be seen. A tall and handsome man, wearing a lime green coat with a furry interior, a pair of perfect leather shoes highly polished and gleaming. The beautifull and stylish man has the most amazing and fabulous green hat sitting atop his head with a long and bright purple feather neatly tucked into the band. The stunning and fabulous man begins to step into the stage, taking hold of a microphone from its stand. 

The man walks to the edge of the stage as the piano tune begins to change into a more bouncy and fun melody. With a little wink and a deep breath the man begins to sing...... 

I am the famous Gerald, and I'm a Pimp as you can see.... I bet you all are wondering what it feels like looking like me! 

To be so fabulous and dashing and so stylish how could it be? That the man who stand before you.. You did not have to pay to see! A man who is so famous and good looking would give his time away for free... 

Well I'm here to tell you people about a service that I provide, one of extcy and passion that you should not be denied, a burning and ting-aling sensation that you deserve so I'll sing my song right now for you brothers let my voice.. Be... Heeaaarrddd....... 

BITCHES BROTHER! I'M TALKING BOUT BITCHES! 

I got bitches on the corner, I got bitches by the trees, I got bitches by the dozen fellas a hundred bitches times by three! I got bitches in the parkin lot, bitches by the sea! If you ever need a bitch my friends then you should just call me! 

I got them bitch sent from africa, Zimbabwe and Sudan, I got them bitch chilled from Russia my friends and bitches from Pakistan! I got skinny bitches large ones too and bitches that fucking speak Hebrew! I got bitches called laura anne roxanne I got bitches with dicks if you into that man! I got bitches for every flavour and need, I got bitches that will hang out and smoke your weed! 

So tell your friends and your family, Pimp Gerald is here for your every need! 

The piano trails off slowly getting quieter as the spotlight widens while the lights begin to warmly glow back up to full. Pimp Gerald takes a bow and makes his way into the crowed to greet people. 

The Old Bum has seen the flyers plastered all over the streets. It was difficult not to. He was the talk of the town. Nearly every overheard conversation involved Pimp Gerald in at least one way or the other. "will you be going", "you think the ladies will be like the ones from New Orleans", "At least he dresses smartly" etc. This boiled the blood of The old bum, to the point of lashing out at a local barber who jeered as he was passing. "maybe you should tag along, I've heard there hiring".
"maybe you should try not bleeding on my coat"

The opening night arrived, 8 pm. The Old Bum knew she would not get in with her normal attire. Fortunately working as an informant for the full frontal crew had allowed her to be able to splash out on herself. She donned a light blue satin dress with black puffs on her shoulders. her hazel hair was let down, crinkled and most shockingly, washed. she clenched a small sequined hand purse which contained a serrated blade and a small bottle of hooch, just in case. she waited in the queue with many faces she recognised and was shown to her seat.

During the performance she could feel her rage bubbling up, and as he began to walk down to greet the guests, she couldn't contain herself any longer.

"You are so full of yourself. Just who do you think you are bringing this kind of filth here." She knew that she was making a scene but she didn't care. "I know your type, you promise these ladies the world and how everything is gonna be better with you. Look where they are now, fondleing a 65 year old's dick to avoid your pimp hand, your disgusting!"

While Pimp Gerald is cruising the crowed with the most Pimptastic swagger you ever did see he finds himself abruptly cut short in his strike, a stunning woman with a passion burning in her eyes begins to berate him and slate his trade, while she gives him a pice of her mind he begins to zone out and admire her figure. Those slender hips, wonderful bust and delecate legs... He shakes his head and snaps back into focus realising he had missed every word spoken while day dreaming about this hot headed beauty linked arm in arm with him, sipping a glass of bubble while walking through the finest shops in the city. Gerald begins to look up and meets this Woman's gaze, her beautiful eyes so full of lustre and desire, speaking a thousand passionate words in a secret and exotic language. Gerald leans in toward her with both hands on his Pimp cane, tilts his head forward so he can peer at her over the top of his glasses, a big cheesy grin spreads across his face and he begins to speak.

"daayum baby cakes! You is one fine lookin woman! I can tell just by the way you is lookin at me that you are a fan of mine. You must be pretty dayum excited to meet such a big celebrity such as me. Don't worry gurl, I'm a humble brother.... How about I buy you drink and you can continue to undress me with them eyes hey sugar? "

Gerald leans away from his cane and strikes a fantastic Pimp pose while he waits for her answer 

The Old Bum Was completely taken aback by Gerald's complete disregard for what she was saying. "Did he listen to anything I had to say? I should gut that fucker right now". "There are too many people, I can't". "I don't care, how dare he talk to me like I'm one of his ladies". "A free drink though". "Could smash that pretty boy's face with the glass, see if he could swag his way out of that one". "Did I just think he was pretty". "..." ,"I need a drink". Maggy composed herself. 

"I'll get my own drink thank you very much." She turns to the bar and sees that within 5 feet there is all the champagne a person could drink being offered for free. She turns back around to the pimp "You are something, you know that? you are some nasty piece of work." She begins to walk to where the free alcohol was being handed out.