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the pimp game is that, “the easier the cop, the quicker the blow.”
    When a pimp meets a girl with a curvy body and a weak mind and she is not a whore he must turn her out. This can be difficult when a girl has strong moral inhibitions against selling her body.
    The “turn out” is an art within an art. However, I’ll try to give you a feeling as to how it is done.
    Pimps have an exciting aura of wicked bravado and raw sexiness that would threaten even the morality of a nun in long exposure. A girl with strong inhibitions but who has been weakened and stricken by the pimp’s poisonous personality will have her inhibitions brainwashed away by the pimp.
    After all, sexual inhibitions are usually formed in an early parental and social learning process which, in a way, is benign brainwashing, pointing up the superiority and “good” of tight sexual habits over the “bad” and loose sexual habits. The pimp in teaching the inhibited young girl to “unlearn” will point up the moral hypocrisy and greedy materialism rampant in the so-called square world. He will constantly portray socialites and actresses who marry older men as merely glorified prostitutes who have bartered their bodies for money.
    In cases where a girl’s inhibitions stand firm to this approach and to his corrupting aura, the pimp will probably dump the package. But if she really has great commercial potential, he will try to trick her into her first whore transaction through the use of a prearranged con skit or minipsychodrama.
    There are dozens of these, but one of the most used and effective in my own pimp days was to have an older pimp buddy pose as an eccentric and wealthy square. He would take the prospect and meout on the town with lots of the bubbly. Then after we had partied and he had ingratiated himself to her with a nice gift and lots of smooth flattery, he would stop by my place for one last drink.
    Tipsily, he would pretend he had something on his mind but was afraid to give voice to his desires for fear of offending me, his best friend, and her, the most beautiful and sweetest and most understanding young lady he had ever met.
    Finally, after a convincing game of hem and haw and my almost tearful pleas for him to reveal his secret desires because the girl was no neurotic prude, but a sophisticated person with an open mind, he would blurt out that he would give her one hundred dollars and die happy if he could see her fabulous body unadorned.
    I would wink at her and say that I didn’t believe it, and that I was sure she would call his bluff. He would take out a checkbook, but I with high humor would say, “Oh, no, you don’t. This whole affair is beginning to take on a theatrical tone, and if she’s going to be a star, she needs an agent to protect her interest. Give her the C note in cash.”
    He would peel it from a large roll, and I would nod and wink as she took it and say, “It’s not queer, is it?”
    She would bring it to me, and I’d look at it and put it in my pocket and say, “Go on, baby, strip and let our old rich friend die happy.”
    She would, and as she stood before him, he would jump about in excitement and exclaim, “Good gravy, I’ve never seen anything that came close to this. I can’t stand it! I hope you folks don’t get mad and throw me out of here for what I’m gonna say, but I’m gonna have to suck those luscious tits, and I’ll pay a C note a tit.”
    I’d pour another round of bubbly, wink my eye at her and crack, “Man, she’s beautiful all right, but aren’t you drunk? You’ve been very nice to us tonight, and we are your friends. Are you sure you want to give my star two more C notes?”
    And so it would go with the bubbly and the C notes and the fakeeccentric square would con the girl into the bedroom to turn her first trick.
    The “turnout” hinges on one clear-cut