In the Stable there is always a Girl bitching that all the Hos don't just stand up for each other. You know: Sisterhood shit. She tries to rile them up, but bitches are gonna do what bitches do, unless there is a Pimp on Hand to straighten it all out...
All Pimps know: there ain't no such Shit as Sisterhood. Any of my Girls would turn on another if you dangle the right trinket in front of them. Rip the weaves out of each other's hair, scratch and bite like feral cats: all that shit. That's part of being a Pimp: you gotta know what trinkets work, and when Daddy is to give it to them...
See, they think they may be some Sisterhood, but -- on their own -- the divisions, they come fast:
The White Girls versus the Black Girls.
The Pretty Girls versus the Ugly Girls.
The Ones who can handle their Drugs versus the Ones that can't.
The Ones that are the Pimp's favorites versus the Ones that are jealous and shit.
See, leave them without proper supervision and the Lines get drawn real quick. And it takes A Pimp some valuable time and energy to get all this shit calmed back the fuck down...
That's why it is best for at least one Girl to have some bruises at any time: it keeps them in the Moment, worrying only about themselves, with no time for any of that Thinking Things shit...
You know what Hell would be for a Pimp: dealing with the same bitches forever, and unable to use the Pimp Hand...
I am Laslo.
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