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In the background story it called him one of the richest most flamboyant pimps in Oakland. This article was 8 years old. I also found the court papers showing that the kids were removed from her care due to her being ruled as an unfit mother. Court documents called her an alcoholic, a drug user, and a prostitute. All in all, I soon discovered that the woman I married, had a secret life that I never knew of. I gathered all my evidence together, and that Sunday morning, I laid it all out, and told her I wanted the real Truth, or I would be gone that day.

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