Pimping My Ride - Part 6

I’d been back to the summit of the La Cienega hill long enough only to learn that Babs wasn’t speaking to me and that Temp’Este had quit the business out of frustration again when several of the girls suddenly kicked off their impractically sexy footwear, and began dashing off in as many directions as there were girls. A flotilla of LAPD squad cars sudd…