“game” in this interview with Suck.com :
You don’t see real game…. That’s the part of it that’s still a secret, and you cannot imagine how motherfuckers get a hold of girls, besides tricking them with drugs. And let me tell you, a pimp thinks like this: “I don’t want no motherfucking drug addict counting my money before I do.” A pimp is selfish. . . . A real pimp isn’t thinking, “I got to stand over here to keep an eye on her.” There are pimps who think like that. But those be little pimps. Those be pimps that are not willing to risk losing a broad over their principles. I’m willing to risk it for my principles.
What in the Sam shit does that even mean ?
You may be thinking to yourself, “Why, I don’t want no motherfucking drug addict counting my money before I do either!” but don’t flatter yourself that you are a legitimate pimp. If you are a quasi-rational person, and even moderately aware of the hazards associated with drug use, such as jail time and death, you are suffering from delusions of grandeur, and you most assuredly do not have what it takes to be a pimp. Even if you are so morally steadfast you would be willing to risk losing a broad over your principles, I have to ask, “Do you even have a broad to risk, man?”
Well, pimps have to start somewhere, and young Mr. Bitterdose (born John Dickson) started by hustling pool in Hollywood. Hustling pool turned into hustling women, and by the 1970s, Rosebudd was the pimp of Sunset Strip. He was, in fact, the star and the most compelling and preposterous pimp of the bunch in the Hughes Brothers’ documentary, American Pimp , as Mr. Bitterdose proclaims to care about his “hos” and “bitches,” even though he feels that sometimes he’s forced to beat the stank out of them.
In his memoir, Rosebudd: The American Pimp , the author writes about how he “has to” slap a bitch who has stepped out of line. The young ho wants an off day, so he smacks her “four or five times” while thinking to himself, “An off day, hummmmmm, what a concept.” But then, he comes to his senses, remarking “Bitch, if you wanted a designated off day, you should have been a secretary or something!” Rosebudd attempts to justify himself saying, “Now to a hustler, being a motherfucker is what you strive for. So when someone say, ‘Rosebudd’s a motherfucker,’ that’s the highest compliment you can get because they’ve run out of adjectives.”
It looks like we’re all run out of adjectives up in here, Rosebudd.
JASON ITZLER
PRO FILE
DAY JOBS: Page Six magazine favorite; prison bitch
CLAIM TO FAME: Self-proclaimed “King of All Pimps”
THEATER OF OPERATIONS: New York
If you’ve ever heard of Jason Itzler, it’s probably because he was the founder of a notorious prostitution ring called NY Confidential. The last time most people heard anything about this lecherous miscreant was in September of 2011 when the authorities charged him with promoting prostitution and selling drugs through an escort service called Rockstar Models & Partygirls. Pleading not guilty, Itzler stood before the court, and, in one of the more satisfying turns of events in recent memory, his pants fell down. The bailiffs snatched him up, and he scampered awkwardly back to jail.
French writer André Gide was spot-on when he said that, “Nothing is so silly as the expression of a man who is being complimented.” Well, Itzler was a man who, for a time, spent all of his waking hours being toadied to and basking in compliments inspired by stark terror, so imagine the guy Gide is talking about, scoff at him, and then picture his pants around his ankles. That vision will make everything right with the world; this is why we need Jason Itzler. We need the fall. We need justice, even if it’s only the poetic kind.
Itzler was born Jason Sylk in 1967, and he was raised in a cosmopolitan atmosphere. His family was hooked up with everyone from notorious Mob accountant Meyer Lansky to the
You don’t see real game…. That’s the part of it that’s still a secret, and you cannot imagine how motherfuckers get a hold of girls, besides tricking them with drugs. And let me tell you, a pimp thinks like this: “I don’t want no motherfucking drug addict counting my money before I do.” A pimp is selfish. . . . A real pimp isn’t thinking, “I got to stand over here to keep an eye on her.” There are pimps who think like that. But those be little pimps. Those be pimps that are not willing to risk losing a broad over their principles. I’m willing to risk it for my principles.
What in the Sam shit does that even mean ?
You may be thinking to yourself, “Why, I don’t want no motherfucking drug addict counting my money before I do either!” but don’t flatter yourself that you are a legitimate pimp. If you are a quasi-rational person, and even moderately aware of the hazards associated with drug use, such as jail time and death, you are suffering from delusions of grandeur, and you most assuredly do not have what it takes to be a pimp. Even if you are so morally steadfast you would be willing to risk losing a broad over your principles, I have to ask, “Do you even have a broad to risk, man?”
Well, pimps have to start somewhere, and young Mr. Bitterdose (born John Dickson) started by hustling pool in Hollywood. Hustling pool turned into hustling women, and by the 1970s, Rosebudd was the pimp of Sunset Strip. He was, in fact, the star and the most compelling and preposterous pimp of the bunch in the Hughes Brothers’ documentary, American Pimp , as Mr. Bitterdose proclaims to care about his “hos” and “bitches,” even though he feels that sometimes he’s forced to beat the stank out of them.
In his memoir, Rosebudd: The American Pimp , the author writes about how he “has to” slap a bitch who has stepped out of line. The young ho wants an off day, so he smacks her “four or five times” while thinking to himself, “An off day, hummmmmm, what a concept.” But then, he comes to his senses, remarking “Bitch, if you wanted a designated off day, you should have been a secretary or something!” Rosebudd attempts to justify himself saying, “Now to a hustler, being a motherfucker is what you strive for. So when someone say, ‘Rosebudd’s a motherfucker,’ that’s the highest compliment you can get because they’ve run out of adjectives.”
It looks like we’re all run out of adjectives up in here, Rosebudd.
JASON ITZLER
PRO FILE
DAY JOBS: Page Six magazine favorite; prison bitch
CLAIM TO FAME: Self-proclaimed “King of All Pimps”
THEATER OF OPERATIONS: New York
If you’ve ever heard of Jason Itzler, it’s probably because he was the founder of a notorious prostitution ring called NY Confidential. The last time most people heard anything about this lecherous miscreant was in September of 2011 when the authorities charged him with promoting prostitution and selling drugs through an escort service called Rockstar Models & Partygirls. Pleading not guilty, Itzler stood before the court, and, in one of the more satisfying turns of events in recent memory, his pants fell down. The bailiffs snatched him up, and he scampered awkwardly back to jail.
French writer André Gide was spot-on when he said that, “Nothing is so silly as the expression of a man who is being complimented.” Well, Itzler was a man who, for a time, spent all of his waking hours being toadied to and basking in compliments inspired by stark terror, so imagine the guy Gide is talking about, scoff at him, and then picture his pants around his ankles. That vision will make everything right with the world; this is why we need Jason Itzler. We need the fall. We need justice, even if it’s only the poetic kind.
Itzler was born Jason Sylk in 1967, and he was raised in a cosmopolitan atmosphere. His family was hooked up with everyone from notorious Mob accountant Meyer Lansky to the
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