MONGO
Bitch-ass Gabby !
Has me out here , walking the boulevard on a goddamn Tuesday . Feet are throbbing , blisters on hammer toes from these vinyl stilettos . Legs could use a shave , face too . Least my wig is on point , electric blue with pink highlights . Have to make the most of my time , practicing this runway walk for when shit gets real and I don ’ t have to come back to these parts no more . My heels click concrete . Step , two-three-four … vogue . Step , two-three-four — and hold — hand to hip . Giggles come from the corner ; Faye is leaning up against a busted payphone . “ The fuck you laughin ’ at , girl ?” The redhead plays like it wasn ’ t her . Know it was . Whatever . She can laugh . They all can . Reality is that in just a few days , this pretty face will be on the LA Xpress adult classifieds throughout the city . Every newsstand and street side dispenser will feature Miss Mongo in all her glory . All that ’ s left to do is pay their photographer fee , have my photo shoot , sit back and wait for Hollywood to come calling . Surely , someone will see these mocha features and a bulb will burst . Movies . Television . Hell , I want a motherfucking talk show like Tyra . That bitch be doing what I ’ ve been dreaming . It ’ s all there for the taking too . No more hustling these streets . A new hustle awaits , one with designer gowns and diamonds the size of grapes .
Teenage shouts come from out a passing minivan ; a glass bottle shatters across the cement up ahead . Smells like Cuervo . Two middle fingers is all I care to throw back . Speaking of limos , an old white one is pulling up in the distance . Looks like Lexi is going to see what they want . Sounds like a bachelor party .