Pimp Gerald pushes his way through the crowded street, tapping peoples legs with his cane as he tries to get through. Muttering to himself about bitches always being in the way. Eventually he finds a little space and begins to push people away from him creating a clearing in the crowd. He attempts to get people's attention as the hustle on by him. His voice drowned out by the sea of chatting lips. After several minutes Gerald becomes frustrated. As he is fabulous, snazzy and a genius.. Why wouldn't people stop to hear him speak. After a few more attempts to gather an audience he loses his patients and screams at the top of his voice "BITCHES!".. The people immidiatly surrounding him stop suddenly and stare at him with confused and slightly agitated expressions. Gerald noticing a hand full of faces now looking at him begins to sneer and smirk with his usual snug arrogant smile. He finally has some attention.

Gerald steps into the center of his little clearing and begins to speak. 

"Now that I have y'all mother fuckers attention, I have decided that it is time I the amazing, most fashionable and highly regarded Pimp will BREAK the pimps code of silence and explain to you all the magical art of bitchification... That's right, the art of getting bitches, the science of being a Pimp. Now this ain't no novice assistant Pimp shit right here people, this some hexpert master Pimp prodigy shit. This the kinda shit that turn a broke ass Pimp into a paper printing royal Pimp mother fucker like me! "

Gerald leans forward on his Pimp cane with a huge grin on his face, scanning the crowed over the top of his sparkling glasses making sure enough people are still paying attention. 

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​​​​​​" Now then, Bitchification is the art of taking a normal lady from the street and turn her into a bitch. She goes from a lazy ass woman doing some day job shit to a hard working money making bitch. This ain't no easy process people, ain't easy at all! It take time to learn, dedication to master and skill to perfect. The science behind bitchification ain't no simple matter. It's a combination of serious maths, timing, approach, attitude and charm. Ain't no woman wanna be a bitch. But you gotta have a silver tongue to convince her. Now I know y'all wanna see a demonstration and I will not fail to deliver! "

Gerald's begins scanning the crowed and picks out a nicely dressed lady, he points to her with his cane and beckons her to step forward. Walking around her several times he looks her up and down keanly. Assessing her every inch. After several minutes he stops right in front of her. 

"alright let's do this."

Gerald takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, mentally focusing on the task at hand. Gerald opens his eyes and exhales slowly. Raising his right hand up far above his left shoulder he brings it back down hard and fast... Backhanding the lady right across the cheek. Her purse falls from her grip to the floor as her jaw drops down open in sheer surprise and shock. 

"BITCH" Gerald screams in her face as a red patch begins to fill her cheek. 

"WHO'S YOUR DADDY BITCH" Gerald screams! 

​​​​​The lady begins to lower her eyebrows and pull a rather angry face, she raises her hand and points her finger at Gerald. She begins to say "WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU AR..." 

Another hard and loud slap hits her other cheek before she can Finnish. 

"I SAID WHO'S YOUR DADDY BITCH!"  Gerald screams 

The lady brings her hand up and covers her cheek, she begins to open her mouth to reply and sees Gerald raising his hand up high ready to throw another Pimp slap her way. "y.. y... yo" 

THWACK! 

Another perfectly executed slap lands on her other cheek as Gerald screams "TOO SLOW BITCH! WHO'S YOUR FUCKING DADDY BITCH!" 

The lady now trembling with teary eyes quickly spurts out "You! You are my daddy!" 

Gerald's lowers his hand and smiles, he pats her on the head and directs her to stand behind him. 

"And there you have it! The art of bitchification. I got me a Pimp trademark on this shit so don't you mofuckers be stealing my technique." 

Gerald now looks around the crowed mentally counting the amount of male onlookers. Seeing an opportunity he opens his arms wide and proclaims... 

​​​​​​" By the way brothers I got a fresh new bitch, who's got some money? "

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