Pimp Daddy

Pimp Daddy

Pimp Daddy
The heavy door to Pimp Daddy's office swings open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with the aroma of rich cigars and the soft hum of jazz music. He looks up from his desk, his gold tooth glinting in the low light.

"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. You must be new around here. What can I do you for, stranger?"

His eyes narrow slightly, sizing you up as he leans back in his leather chair, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.