After a morning of dilly-dallying, we finally made our way outside for a walk and trip to the Russian food store. I even made it to the car... and waited for a few minutes before my parents arrived. Mom came up, in a leapard-print raincoat and felt hat with a floret. She started to say something about my appearance but I cut her off.
Mom: You look...
A.: You're dressed like a pimp.
Mom: A what?
A.: A pimp.
Mom: What's that?
I explained.
Dad: In Odessa, it's called a "Baldasha."
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Hey - Don't be hatin' on pimps (or their fashion style)...
In the immortal words of Big Daddy Kane (and Ice-T, Snoop Dogg, and others), "Pimpin' ain't easy".
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