Lorenzo is sitting in the vip section of his burlesque house, disappointed with the flop that was his grand opening. Sitting next to him is his bottom bitch, resting a hand on his shoulder. She whispers in his ear “Don’t worry daddy, you are the most fabulous, most genius pimp there ever was. You’ll find a way to get people’s attention I know you will!” Lorenzo brings his hand to his chin and runs a finger through his thick goatee. “Yes, I am fabulous aint I, I am some pimping prodigy genius that’s for sure. So why aint these players lining up to shake my hand.” Lorenzo’s bottom bitch shifts down off of the couch onto her knees and places her hands on lorenzo’s lap. “Maybe they aren’t used to your flair yet daddy. Maybe they haven’t seen such a colourfully dressed super star pimp before” She brushes a hand down his shoulder and gently clasps his bicep. “Maybe you should show them exactly just how 

and amazing you are” She leans in and whispers in his ear…..lorenzo continues to twiddle his goatee as she does. A small grin begins to take hold on his face as he nods his yes. “Yes baby, ……mhhmmmmm….yes….YES BITCH” Lorenzo jumps up and lifts his bottom bitch from beneath her arms so she is standing before him. He wraps his arms around her tight and plants a big kiss on her cheek.   “that’s why you my bottom bitch baby, that’s why you daddy’s special little boo!” Lorenzo strides across the main floor with the swaggery of most swaggity walks you would ever witness. Lorenzo swag’s his way over to the phone hanging on the wall and begins to make some calls.

Several days pass, unexpectedly the main route through Brooklyn high street has been blocked off with trucks and rather large but fashionably dressed neanderthal sized bruisers. A strange array of noises could be heard coming from somewhere down the street. Drilling, buzzing of saws, hammering of nails. Trucks being allowed to pass through occasionally, their content unknown.

Another day passes and truck after truck can be seen leaving the street. The trucks blocking either entrance of the street are moved but the big bruisers remain in place, politely asking passers-by to refrain from walking in this direction.  The evening draws near, Lorenzo is driving in his open top caddy, the back seats filled with his women of the night. Honking his horn as he passes people the ladies in the car point and shout directions to the entrance of brooklyns high street. Curious people begin to follow.  Lorenzo parks his car at the entrance of the street, checks his hat and diamond encrusted glasses in the wing mirror before taking a hold of his cane and marching into the street.

As people begin to fill the street Lorenzo begins shouting “ NOW……..NOW…….NOW”  a few moments pass and nothing happens. Lorenzo stamps his foot impatiently and shouts again “ BITCH I SAID NOW BITCH!” and with that the street lights and assortment of decorative lights spark into life all together. Illuminating the street with deep reds, purples and pinks. Glowing disco balls sending colour and funky shapes to the darkest corners of the street. Windows in buildings on either side of the street burst open as men and women with instruments take position by them and begin to throw out some of the most gangsta, pimpin, knee jerkin, belta tunes of the century. The whole street filled with light and music. Men begin to come out of the front doors of the buildings some with trays filled with jars of shine, others holding black sacks filled to bursting point with dollar bills. The men make their way through the crowed handing out drinks and fists full of dollar bills. Some of the crowd members looking slightly confused by the large amount of small bills now being stuffed into their pockets, but their use becomes clear as women begin to take position at street lamps and readily erected poles and begin to pole dance.

Lorenzo walks through the crowed, places his hand on the back of a puzzled looking man and pushes him toward one of the pole dancing women..lorenzo grabs some of the dollar bills from his hand and makes it rain all over the dancer…lorenzo encourages him to do the same. Before long people are drinking and throwing money all over the place.

Lorenzo struts around the street like the proudest pimp you ever did see eagerly greeting anyone he passes.