Big Dog, Big Hog, that's the name bitches. A week ago your name was different, you were called John, stuck in a souless job working for some consulting company. The money was good, real fucking good, but every day of work caused a piece of you to die.

Last Wednesday, you were taking a train into the office, the laborious journey took you 2.5 hours each way. You were on that train when you decided there needs to be a change, you need to be alive rather than rotting away with every day. Wracking your brain you were thinking of a new line of work to go into, and that's when it hit you, you've always wanted to be a pimp. Since a child you have dreamt of being the biggest pimp on the mean streets of West Lynn.

For a week you've been living the life, you are a pimp. You've got the oversized novelty hat, the chains and your cane. There is one issue with actualising you dream of been the top pimp of West Lynn, you haven't got any bitches to pimp out.

What do?
>Scheme on some bitches that ain't got no money
>Find another pimp, beat him and steal his bitches
>write-in