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This ain’t the time for a pimp to be laid up. It’s too much going on in my life. This hospital situation is proof of that. Ain’t a thug in my clique gonna believe a pimp fell out, and ended up flat on my back in this dump. Nope, no clique member or any of my hoes gonna believe this here. Daisy really wouldn’t of believed it.

Daisy. . . Damn. I am going to miss that girl. I am gonna miss her deep. Out of the three of my hoes she was the finest and the smartest. That’s why she was my bottom.

When I first saw her it was hard for me to believe she was a ho’ because she looked so damn good. She was a dark slim goody with jet black hair that hung midway down her back. If she wasn’t with a pimp, I would have thought she was an actress or singer or something. But she was a hundred percent ho’, do whatever to whoever for them dollars, and ain’t too many tricks on the strip can resist her swagger. As soon as she hit the bricks and got to switching that tight little butt of hers, she got picked right up. The ho’ could strut, and would work any strip I took her to. She was eager to get out there and make her pimp happy. Loved that about the ho’.

There was no denying her ability to get out there and scoop the cream that makes the dream. But what was different about Daisy, was how she saw things. The girl was weird, but weird in a positive way. The ho’ looked for the good in everything. Like when it was raining, I would be pissed cause wasn’t no tricks on the strip and my money was low. That chick would say some shit like, ‘well the rain is good for the farmers, and if they get a good crop we pay less for food, so it will all work out.’ Now there was no way in hell me paying pennies less at the grocery store was going to make up for a rainy day on the strip. But that’s how Daisy thought, always looking for the positive. Wasn’t a better bottom in The Chi.