I had collected my effects from the clerk on the way out (which amounted to my money I didn't have anything else, you try being in jail and then in warzones see how much extra stuff you collect). They gave me a snide comment about getting ID and I told them it was in the mail and then I was outside in the streets. I didn't have a whole lot of things to do, I had to be at a court date or risk getting fined (which seemed dumb for them to do to a suspected murderer, I mean why would I care about a fine if I was about to go to jail for the rest of my life?) but other than that I had the whole city in front of me. As soon as I got out there were four ladies waiting for me. Ordinarily this would be some kind of vengeance thing, and thats where I thought the pimps former prostitutes would go, but I was as usual wrong.
"Mr. Lorentino?" It was the young girl from the night before, her friends were all as equally young looking as she appeared (and I say young looking because well I was wrong about the ages, but I'll get to that). Her name was Nancy a name that did not seem to fit her profession at all. She was dressed more conservatively than before as were her friends, but the make up and hair style betrayed the ladies of the night aspect to them.
"Look girls I'm sorry your pimp is dead, but we're right outside the jail if you want to try and kill me this is a bad place to do it." I know all about bad places to kill people let me tell you! Nancy chuckled as did the girls with her.
"No we don't want revenge Pompei was a terrible pimp, we need new management Mr. Lorentino." And here is where I should have said no, I should have said its not my kind of thing and left. But I am at my heart a man who is easily swayed by a pretty face and a welcoming entry to society, most importantly I just want to belong and in these modern times I never really felt that. So against my natural instincts I became a pimp, but as I said earlier things were not as they seemed.
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