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I wish I had a Pimp's Encouragement

I decidedly need a father figure in my life,

Mine moved to Africa a couple weeks ago. 


So I'd like to have a Big old Pimp take care of me

I don't mean like...take CARE of me


I mean just to talk on the phone once in a while.

Someone to give me advice and maybe take me out to get ice cream


When I'm not so sure of myself or I don't know where my life is going

I wish I could pick up the phone and  He would say things like,

"Sweetie, I see a lot of girls who throw their lives away. You're going to be fine! You're young and you're pretty sweetie, you'll find a good man who can PROVIDE. Here's 20 dollars for coffee and cigarettes so you can finish your term paper. And if it doesn't work out baby girl, there's always tomorrow. Tell you what...you want to go to the zoo with kiki and me? yeah? Will that make you feel better? Ima take you to the zoo."


Just strong words of comfort from a strong pimp. 

Preferably a gay pimp, so he doesn't try anything funny. 


Good dads DON'T do that. 


I bet I'd get a 4.0 if a Pimp wished me luck...


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