Chili Pimping in Atlantic City: The Memoir of a Small-Time Pimp
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Chili Pimping in Atlantic City: The Memoir of a Small-Time Pimp and Hustler is the controversial autobiography of Michael Mick-Man Gourdine, AKA the Candyman, as he was known on the street. The book pulls no punches and provides an honest and sometimes shocking look at what one man from the wrong side of tracks felt compelled to do to achieve the American Dream.
Gourdine became a pimp who operated primarily on the streets of Atlantic City, New Jersey, while working as a corrupt NYPD cop who specialized in narcotics trafficking and prostitution. Employed as a police officer from 1990 to 2000, Gourdine reportedly made an estimated $2.5 to 3 million dollars in illegal graft, bribes, prostitution and drug dealing before being fired.
Gourdine was a chili pimp—that is, a small time pimp who had between one and three girls working for him. As a chili pimp, Gourdine didn’t stay in the most expensive hotels or eats in the most expensive restaurants; he couldn’t afford it. Instead he relied on is his ability to give his girls more care, attention and on-the-spot dependability than a bonafide pimp could give. Today, Gourdine recalls, “It is a sad existence that I was lucky enough to escape and maybe some readers will avoid after reading my book.”
Chili Pimping in Atlantic City describes how Gourdine developed the stomach for the pimping game, became a corrupt cop, learned the pimping trade and survived on the mean streets. The author paints vivid profiles of some the interesting characters he meets along the way. He concludes with some hard lessons. “The best way to steer a young boy away from pimping is to change his environment,” Gourdine writes. “If a young boy is starving, living without heat in his house, with no real men around him, guess what he’s going to take when he sees the first person who he deems the best fit to survive in his dismal circumstances? And believe you me, he will not be a law abiding citizen.”
Gourdine now resides somewhere in New Jersey where he owns and manages numerous properties, and changes residences often. He is married with four sons.
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Chili Pimping in Atlantic City - Michael Gourdine
Chili Pimping in Atlantic City
The Memoir of a Small Time Pimp and Hustler
By Michael Mick-Man
Gourdine
AKA Candy Man
Published by Strategic Media Books at Smashwords
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1: Introduction to the Game
Chapter 2: How I Developed the Mind and the Stomach for the Pimp Game
Chapter 3: Crack Pimping
Chapter 4: Pimping Crack
Chapter 5: Getting Pimped
Chapter 6: Jail Pimping
Chapter 7: Police Officer Pimp
Chapter 8: The Phoenix
Chapter 9: Chicago: Graduate School of Crime
Chapter 10: Virginia – An Unknown Treasure
Chapter 11: Atlantic City: Chili-Pimping
Chapter 12: Chili-Pimp or the Brooklyn Hustle
Chapter 13: Reflections
Acknowledgements
Chapter 1
Introduction to the Game
First off, let me explain what’s a Chili-Pimp.
A Chili-Pimp is a small-time pimp; he is a pimp who will have between one and three girls. He does not stay in the most expensive hotels or eats in the most expensive restaurants; he can’t afford to. What he relies on is his ability to give more care, attention and on the spot dependability than a pimp
can give. All pimps started out as Chili-Pimps. Some pimps even refer to the stage as the minor leagues. It can also be seen as a make it or break it period in a young pimp’s career. A young kid will either develop a stable
or he will blow hoeless
and return to the drug or gigolo game. A Chili-Pimp can either be an amateur or a pimp on his way up.
A Chili-Pimp could also be a pimp who has become addicted to drugs, and in some strange way, the only girl he is left with is the one who really loves him, feels sorry for him, and in her way, has shown that she cares and is willing to continue working the track
to get him his fix to make him well.
It’s her way of mothering him, even though she is nursing him from one dope fiend fix to the next. A Chili-Pimp can also be an old pimp who is semi-retired and has sold, retired, blown, been peeled or fired most of his stable and settled down bottom
women, and maybe her favorite girl, who lives with them like a daughter. In this situation, they will let her recruit a girl from time to time to stay with them.
A Chili-Pimp is never a threat to the established pimp, who actually looks at the Chili-Pimp not with contempt, but as if they are amused by the Chili-Pimps. It’s kind of like how a father or an uncle who looks at his children or nephew’s when they wear his clothes or who are going on their first date. Established pimps are actually flattered because they know that we are trying to imitate them. That is why, while pimps are brutal in their competition with each other, they deal with Chili-Pimps with kid
gloves. They will front the Chili-Pimp money, give you advice, and, if one of them takes a liking to you, he might give the Chili-Pimp one of his girls, if his stable is too large.
You must always be careful, though, because pimps are the masters of game and will run game on you, if nothing else, just to test you. An established pimp will see that a Chili-Pimp has only one girl and will offer him a rib
; that is, one of his girls whom the Chili-Pimp will only manage for him but does not own. The two of you will split her quota,
the target number of money she must make in one night. But in actuality, she is just a spy for that pimp, who has either become jealous or threatened because the Chili-Pimp is starting to rise.
Chili-Pimps have to concentrate on his budget more than anything else. While the real
pimps are driving up and down Atlantic and Pacific Avenue in Bentleys and live in the Borgata or Taj Mahal, Chili-Pimps have to live in the El Greco with a small refrigerator, a microwave, and two beds (thank God). Hopefully, the pad is on the first floor facing Pacific Avenue where the Chili-Pimp can, at any time, walk out and see if his girl is walking home, or if there was any drama
going on the track.
He has to keep the nicest clothes that his budget will allow.
(1) So that his girl will not be embarrassed to call him her man.
(2) So that they can possibly attract working girls with the hope that they choose
them over their current pimp, or that they stop renegading
and come in out of the cold and have a man.
You must always be able to feed your girl and have bail money. You must let her know that you will find her if you don’t hear from her.
As a Chili-Pimp, I let my girl know that I had all the numbers for the hospitals, emergency rooms, police departments, the morgue, bail bondsmen, and a good New Jersey lawyer who knows the ins and outs to local laws, as well as the local prosecutors and judges.
You do this to let her know you have her back. Most of all, you had to let her know that you are more than willing to do what a pimp does best and that is to protect her. You breakdown the rules to her. Never go on any claimed turf and never look at a pimp in his eyes (that’s called reckless eyeballing).
You take a deep breath and hit the track. You’re always on top of your budget like a damn bookkeeper. You must always set your quota lower than the local pimps. You make it advantageous for the girl to stay with you, even though that’s cheating the pimp rules. It means that if she chooses to chase another pimp, she will have to pay him more and keep less money for herself. After all, someone has to pay for that Bentley. You also try to show her what qualities you have that will set you apart from other pimps. You can, for instance, occasionally tell her to call home and check on her child. You keep a tight reign on her, but you try to make her really believe in you because you are worried about her and love
her.
My personal touch was with, believe it or not, food. I would take mental notes of her favorite foods while we talked and then do my very best to have, if not that very food, the closest to it one could find in Atlantic City waiting for her at 5:00 a.m. when she turned in. You are to provide her with all the toiletries a woman needs, especially those she needs in her line of work: Douches, vaginal spray, an endless supply of condoms, female condoms, Listerine, tooth brushes, bobbie pins, scrunchies, curling irons, etc.
I really went the extra mile when trying to make my girl comfortable; I even had the girls try hydrogen peroxide after being out all night. I told them that it worked better than Listerine and that the evidence was in the bubbles. The more bubbles meant the more germs the hydrogen peroxide was killing. My girls liked it; it made them feel clean. Most importantly, it was a hell of a lot cheaper than Listerine. Don’t forget you have to be able to do all of this at certain times from one girl’s quota.
Believe me, I never had a dime to spare. Another bonus that helped me get by in Atlantic City was that in New Jersey you couldn’t pump your own gas. You paid after your gas was pumped. I must have hit every gas station in Atlantic City, Egg Harbor, all the way up Black Horse Pike and beyond. I hardly paid for gas once while I was there. Of course, my girl didn’t know it. That would have made me look low budget. I always did it when she was working. I’m sure the real pimps
have their problems financially, but they are the masters of the all is well
routine. As a Chili-Pimp, you score points with your girl for running this routine because she knows that, more than anyone else, you are desperate to just make it from one day to the next. If you make it from the Chili-Pimp faze to the show-nuff pimping faze then, to say the least, you are tried and true, purified and bona fide, and you have earned the right to be called a PIMP (with capital letters).
Chapter 2
How I Developed the Mind and the Stomach for the Pimp Game
When I was nine years old, my grandmother, Dorothy English, whom we dearly called Mudda,
moved from my house on 27 Cambridge Place to 130 3rd Avenue in Brooklyn’s Wyckoff Housing Projects. Two blocks away on Douglas Street and 3rd Avenue was the Douglas Pool and Park. At night time, it was mostly a thriving track. I would sit on the mailbox on the southwest corner of the intersection until the wee hours of the night, watching the pimps work the girls. It was like magic, the control they exercise over them. To me, no one had his shit together as much as a pimp. The way they dressed, talked, walked, the cars they drove and the girls they had. I mean, any adult male who chose another profession was a fool. I really felt that way back then. My curiosity and hunger for knowledge about the game intensified every night that I watched them. A popular song that captured the way I felt about it at the time was Brick
by the Dazz Band.
As the sun went down on 3rd Avenue, a big white Cadillac would pull up to the curb across from the Daily News building. You could hear, Everybody get up and dance if you want to... If the music makes you want to move... Well, alright!
At first I was in a state of complete lust with the ladies of the night. Their sequence shorts, bustier tops, spiked heels, blonde wigs, bright layered make-up drove this nine-year old boy crazy. I asked an older man one night (and by older I mean he was about sixteen), What does it take to have women like that?
He said, A toot-toot cost two-five and a beat-beat cost fifty dollars.
Although twenty-five dollars for head and fifty dollars for a screw would have taken a big toll on my newspaper money at the time, that was not what I had meant. I wanted to know what it took to own those women, to possess their very being, just as their pimp did. Then that very night I saw him; he was everything I wanted to be; and from what I saw, he had everything I wanted.
At this point, I had been out there every night for two weeks, watching the girls work. But on this night they were working especially hard and creating a traffic jam. The cars would come down 3rd Avenue until they passed the park on that block. At the entrance to the pool, they had to make a right turn at the top of the block. At the place where all the girls congregated; the cars would stop and all the girls would run up to them from both sides. The men or women in the cars would discuss prices and ask what they wanted. It all took less than ten seconds to transact.
The girls would jump into the car in the traffic jam and sit until the cop reached the bottom of the block. Then the girls would jump out of the cars while they counted the money. I noticed that the one woman out there was dressed nicely, but not like a whore, and all the girls seemed to answer to her. Although I had seen her on the track
before and dressed like a whore, she wasn’t dressed like it tonight. She reported to a white Cadillac. I saw her every so often throughout the night go to the white Cadillac and report to the pimp, hand him what I assumed was money and receive whatever verbal instructions he gave. I was trying to follow what was going on as hard as I could from the mailbox, but I would have to get closer, if I was ever going to learn of this mystical magical power that this rarest Black man had.
I climbed down off of the mailbox and proceeded to walk South bound on 3rd Avenue. The park was to my right, and I was amazed that people were screwing and getting head jobs right out in the open!
Oh man, I thought, this is paradise! Anyway, I told myself, Focus man and find out how to be that man in the car.
As I got closer, about ten feet away from the car, I saw the Bottom Women
say, Y’all don’t like working so hard. So don’t fuck up Daddy’s money no more!
I thought, These bitches done fucked up the pimps’ money. So tonight he’s out here working them personally, and it looks as though he might work them to death.
I was so amazed by the goings on that I wasn’t even standing close to the fence (for those of you not from Brooklyn, that means darkness).I just stood there under the street light, staring at all the ladies of the night darting in between cars, flirting with the cars as they passed, adjusting their clothes, which were more like costumes, and my personal favorite, the