We came upon a scruffy guy meandering through Miami. He was like luscious milk chocolate in our hands. We swiftly pulled over, spoke to him, fed him fantasies of money, bitches, stardome, and rap songs chanted in his honour. All he had to do was put his ass and a dick in his mouth. The desire to leave the streets and move into the Cash Money Mansion was within grasp, despite his initial hesitation. One born every minute, that's what he thought when he realised he was on all fours, taking it deep into his asshole.