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!bBBSj1Y1Nc 04/17/10(Sat)23:26 No.9260554>>9260395 You bring the iron down upon his side mirror, snapping it cleanly off. The driver is white as a fucking ghost. You tell him that the lady is the finest in quality goods. Front fender gets a good fucking thwack. She is an ebony princess. Hup cap gets smashed in. And a fucking princess can't be afforded by some slackjaw, moonshine drinking, chucklefuck like himself. You tell him that she is FAR out of his spending limit, especially since he'll need to replace his windshield that you smash immediately afterwards. The guy is crying, the light has been green, people behind you don't DARE honk their horns though. You smoothly place the iron back into the trunk, and drive off. Tish and Melissa don't say a fucking word.
When you get to the digs, they're not bad. Not great, but there's no roaches or peeling wallpaper or nothing. It's a small apartment six floors up, overlooking the beach. Nice digs Thelonius. The girls are tired and you're fucking hungry, ordering some take out. Afterwards you take out your notepad and look at your contacts.
Quite a few there, some old acquaintances, some ones Thelonius dropped you, some people you've just met. After looking through the list you can see Tish and Melissa are asleep aready in one of the beds. You guess ho's just sleep together or something, not that hard to imagine. What do you do, playa? And no, you don't touch the goods, it ain't a good idea, especially Thelonius'
a) Get the phone going and burn the midnight oil, you gotta get this business going and see if you can start to establish shit.
b) You gotta get some heat man. Maybe a new suit while you're at it. There's a Contact for one "Eddie" who seems to be the stockpile here in North Beach.
c) Stroll the neighborhood at night. No one knows you yet, this gives you a chance to scope out competition, see who else is shilling the flesh trade and a get a feel for who they are. |