Did I ever narrate my first foray into the PIMP business? I don't think so, so here you go.

Yes I was once a pimp, I helped ladies who had the right assets but the wrong packaging repackage their assets thereby leveraging on those assets to make wealth.

The year was, I can't remember. It was those years of snapchat premium. I was still studying in Ghana and in between relationships so I entered the snapchat premium sphere to find a fellow fornicator. But I found something better. A business partner.

I have always been able to recognize talent as a decorated teenager's coach. So it wasn't a question of if I knew what I was doing. It was if I could transfer those skills and expertise into the pimp business.

I was up all day and night trying to identify the best fit for me as a fellow fornicator. That meant someone who had all the right assets but didn't look to premium that I wasn't able to afford her, but also wasn't too shabby because I had a rep to keep.

And I saw a lot of "to see more" send such and such amount to my mobile money to get access to my premium snapchat channel. I had ran through a couple but I was either they were too unkempt, ghetto or they were too bougie that I couldn't afford them on my pocket money.

It was like this for weeks until this particular babe. We will call her name Genevieve (name changed). I say Genevieve because that was exactly the vibe I got. Those ladies always referred each other, so I'll take a screenshot of several snapcodes and randomly add new ones.

It was this way that I stumbled into Genevieve.

Let me try to draw you a mental picture.

This might be a long story so I might pause at a point to be continued later.

At first glance, Genevieve was the random premium snapchat babe. But something struck me about her. She had one best figure I have seen.

Small breasts situated just below a thin neck, natural low cut, below her breasts was a washboard tummy, almost athletic.

Her waists moved away from her body in a V shape before her hips came in with a figure 3 turned downwards, she loves to wear bum jeans which showed off her nice legs. Dark skin. She wasn't "beautiful" but wasn't not good-looking either.

Her apartment wasn't up-scale, she always had blue lights on and I followed her religiously. She would ride in taxis and do all sorts of crazy things behind the driver. She was my drug. And I almost started to feel bad for her that a girl that looked this good shouldn't have

to depend on showing strangers her body for a living. But she didn't seem to care, she always looked like she was having the best time.

I had sent a lot of messages to other girls and always got aired, with her I couldn't risk the same result. She fit my description perfectly.

I knew I had to have her.

Let's call this PART 1.

If you guys want me to continue. Retweet the first tweet in thread. We'll continue tomorrow, it is quite a long and "hard" story how I got to convince to let me manage her talent.

PART 2 tomorrow.