"Is it easy?" they would ask me. I'd tip my fedora to the side and answer the same way everytime.

"Is it easy?" I would ask back, incredulous that they could ask such a question. "Is it easy!?" I'd say again with a hint of anger as I reeled back on my platforms.

"Hell no it ain't easy. Pimpin ain't easy. Pimpin ain't never easy. Hell even when it's fun, pimpin ain't easy." and then I'd adjust my red leather overcoat, show the gold leaf smile, and walk away.