During my dancing days in the 1970's
There was this black guy I knew in Detroit, Michigan. He was the ticket and candy man at the Burlesk Theater where I worked. He was so funny. He told us girls that he was a preacher and that his name was Reverend ------ --- I do not remember his name after the Reverend part. He always was dressed in a black suit with a gold cross hanging around his neck. The funny part about it was the fact that he was a pimp.
My friend whose stage name was Misty Knight and I would aggravate him to death. We would see him on the street when he was not working at the theater. He would stand there like any good pimp looking for men to sell his whores. We would go up to him and holler, "Oh! Reverend ----! We've been lookin' for you!" We would keep calling him Reverend and Preacher really loud which was not too good for the business that he was conducting on the street. He would get really mad and say, "You Bitches get outta here! Go on, now! Get away!"
The thing was, we were messing up his action on his "main" job. It was really funny to aggravate him this way. But as I think back, I wonder if he really was a pimp. He was a really nice guy. He could have been much more harsh with us than he was and probably would have been if he had been a "real" pimp. Maybe he was afraid of losing his job at the theater if he got mean with the dancers. Or maybe he was pretending to be a pimp just as he was pretending to be a preacher. Or maybe he was just a unique, nice person and did do both.
THOUGHTS OF A STRIPPER: A Mother's Story
By Opal Dockery
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