CHLOIE: FORESHADOWED PIMPING

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There But For The Grace Of God Go I

“I like zee Asian customers,” Chloie said gayly, surprising me with her unsolicited frankness. “Zey are so easy,” she explained. She sat in my car, happily counting and recounting hundreds of dollars worth of twenties all the way up the hill. I looked at all those twenties like a hungry dog under the dinner table. I needed some of that money.

Chloie hopped out at the Holiday Inn and was gone in an instant. She seemed to just disappear, leaving me sitting alone there in the dark.

The neighborhood surrounding the Holiday Inn on (Eighth and Wilshire?) is a nasty one. The streets are dirty and tired and smell pissy like an old crack addict.

There was a guy parked in a beat up old purple Pontiac selling the white rock through the driver side window. Two or three shady-looking characters were standing on the corner of Wilshire and Eighth just out of the glow of the streetlight. Bums pushed rattling, clinking shopping carts half full of redeemable aluminum cans and beer bottles down the potholed street.

Again, I ignorantly parked right in front of the hotel entrance waiting on my mistress. I could hear a pimp beating one of his girls through the windows of the ramshackle apartments across the street. He was screaming ‘Where’s my money, bitch?! Where’s my motherfucking, goddamned money?!’

What a scumbag, I thought. I would never treat a woman like that.

God heard me.