Bio

Willie is obsessed with the 1970’s blaxploitation genre, dressing, talking, and acting like the characters in the movies and songs of that period. It makes sense to him, and his identification with the period is extreme.

Willie was born in North Las Vegas, the bastard son of Lil’ Tony, and a vampire prostitute. So, he was literally born to the mob, and the prostitution ring. He has used his upbringing in this “Empire of Sin” to learn all the ins and outs of the business, good and bad.

Willie worked his way up the ranks in Las Vegas to become the head pimp- head of the mob’s prostitution ring. Willie has been too successful perhaps… He has angered some of Tony’s kids with his success. Lil’ Tony, being the smart businessman that he is, has decided to take advantage of the situation and turn it into profit. He has recently sent Willie to Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, to establish the same lucrative system as he has in Vegas.

One of the benefits that Willie receives is a driver no matter what large city he is in. In his favorite spots (Rio, Vegas, NY, LA, Paris, London) he has a customized Purple Cadillac.

Below is an excerpt from a typical Willie day:

Willie arrived at da damn Vegas airpo’t, hustled drough the toy cops, and waitin’ fo’ him wuz his favo’ite custom Cadillac. Co’ got d’ beat! Best uh all fo’ Willie, his favo’ite rollr, Desupa fine, wuz behind da damn wheel.
“Sugar, ya’ is a sight fo’ so’e eyes. Let’s dig somewhere away fum de honky zone, and dig reacquainted.”
“Sho’ man doodad- duz de pendouse sound baaaad?”
Willie nodded, and Desupa fine put da damn luggage into de trunk. Ya’ know? His cell rap rod already blarin’, Willie poured himself some Johnny Walka’ (Black, uh course) and settled back t’get some business done fo’ de next ½ hour. Ah be baaad…
“ah don’t care eff’n she feels mistreated! Fry mah hide! Th’ bitch was bad fo’ business! Yo’ don’t hoof it an’ nix 5 johns in 24 hours an’ not draw attenshun! Fry mah hide! Th’ bitch is a-gonna see me mad! Fry mah hide! ah have some business t’attend t’fust, but yo’ make sho’nuff she an’ t’other gals is lined up at 4pm! Fry mah hide!”
Willie rolled down th’ privacy screen t’talk t’Desupa fine. “Sugar, let’s hoof it to th’ flop instead, cuss it all t’ tarnation. We is a-gonna need some privacy- an’ ah need yer unwindin’ skills.”
Af’er 2 hours of “unwindin’” wif Desupa fine, Willie an’ his drivah make their way t’th’ office buildin’ jest on th’ outskirts of th’ Strip. It wuz time t’make an ‘esample uh one uh his goats. She had let ha’ vampire nature snatch over, and dat wuz baaaad fo’ bidness- less dead prez’s mean less control.

Translation: Willie arrived at the Vegas airport, hustled through security, and waiting for him was his favorite custom Cadillac. Best of all for Willie, his favorite driver, Denice, was behind the wheel.
Sugar, you are a sight for sore eyes. Let’s get somewhere away from the white zone, and get reacquainted.
Sure thing- does the penthouse sound good?
Willie nodded, and Denice put the luggage into the trunk. His cell phone already blaring, Willie poured himself some Johnny Walker (Black, of course) and settled back to get some business done for the next ½ hour.
“I don’t care if she feels mistreated! The bitch was bad for business! You don’t go and kill 5 johns in 24 hours and not draw attention! The bitch is going to see me mad! Real mad! I have some business to attend to first, but you make sure she and the other girls are lined up at 4pm!”
Willie rolled down the privacy screen to talk to Denice. “Sugar, let’s go to the flop instead. We are going to need some privacy- and I need your unwinding skills.”
After 2 hours of “unwinding” with Denice, Willie and his driver make their way to the office building just on the outskirts of the Strip. It was time to make an example of one of his girls. She had let her vampire nature take over, and that was bad for business. Less money means less control.