LET ME PULL YOUR COAT: ADVICE FROM THE BLADE TO THE BOARDROOM
Welcome to LET ME PULL YOUR COAT: ADVICE FROM THE BLADE TO THE BOARDROOM
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Master Silk is Street-certified. Suit-verified. Wisdom you can feel.
Master Silk isn’t a myth—he’s the blueprint. Born and raised in Chicago, hardened by the streets, and refined by boardrooms, he’s a man who has seen it all and lived to pull the coat on every damn bit of it. A Marine Corps veteran, licensed attorney, former street entrepreneur, and now a multi-business investor, Silk is living proof that reinvention is real—but respect must be built, brick by brick.
More Than a Hustler—He’s a Legacy Builder
Back in the day, they called him Seldom Seen—not because he was hiding, but because real bosses move in silence. From bars and strip clubs to escort services and adult film ventures, Silk ran his game tight. But unlike most, he invested in his people. The women who worked for him didn’t just leave with cash—they left with cars, homes, stock, and options.
Today, he owns several successful companies and teaches others how to pivot from the streets to sustainability.
The Voice Behind the Mic
Master Silk is the creator and host of the podcast Let Me Pull Your Coat: The Unfiltered World of Master Silk, where he gives raw, unpolished, and unapologetic advice on life, love, business, betrayal, loyalty, and legacy. His voice is smooth, his delivery is slick, and his truth? It cuts straight to the bone.
Listeners around the world tune in every week not just for the game—but for the growth.
The Mission
Silk’s goal is simple: Elevate the people who were never supposed to make it. Whether he’s helping young men stay off the block, guiding women out of survival mode, or teaching veterans how to build wealth, he does it with style, swagger, and substance.
And when he speaks, even the silence leans in.
“I built respect before I ever built wealth.” – Master Silk
Expect stories from my past, real-life rants, unfiltered advice, and straight-up humor—all with a touch of My signature style. Some topics might get deep, some might get wild, and some might get explicit (you have been warned). But one thing is for sure—I am keeping it 100% real every step of the way.
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LET ME PULL YOUR COAT: ADVICE FROM THE BLADE TO THE BOARDROOM
My Father Searched For Me Until He Was Killed, And I Thought He Deserved It: Rochelles' Story:Part One
A rich childhood, a brilliant father who built success from nothing, and a daughter who never heard the word no—Rochelle’s story starts where many assume danger cannot reach. Then a charismatic man from two towns over rewired her beliefs about love, turned gifts into “proof” of hate, and pulled her away from everyone who could help. What follows is a blueprint of coercive control: sever the ties, move the city, change the number, assign crimes that poison the bridge back home. By 20, she knew she was being used, yet the trap felt inescapable.
We walk through the hard terrain her life became: arrests, sexual assault, beatings, STDs, kidnapping and torture. Rochelle names the street—the blade—and how it strips agency and trades on shame. In parallel, her family never stops searching. They hire investigators, talk to friends, chase every rumor. She hides in plain sight and laughs at their tears to survive the crushing weight of guilt and longing. The line that breaks the room arrives quietly: her father dies while looking for her. In the numbness of trauma, she frames it as deserved. Time, however, exposes that as armor, not truth.
This conversation isn’t tidy. It’s raw, grieving and brave. We unpack how grooming preys on generosity and naivety, why wealth doesn’t shield anyone from manipulation, and how shame becomes the currency of control. Rochelle doesn’t claim a neat ending; she pauses when the emotion floods and lets silence do the work. If you’ve ever felt owned by a story that wasn’t yours, or loved someone you couldn’t reach, there’s a waypoint here—language for what happened and a small light for what comes next. If this resonated, share the episode with someone who needs it, leave a review to help others find the show, and subscribe so you don’t miss what Rochelle chooses to speak into next.
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Hey everybody, it's Rochelle, also known as Baby Doll. I wanted to come on and introduce myself and give you a little background on why I chose Master Silk, or better yet, why he chose me. Alright, you heard about the Night China and I met Master Silk. If not, go back and listen to the episode. Pimps, players, and payback, China Doll ain't holding back. The one you've been asking for. Let's get it. I came from a very wealthy family that began with absolutely nothing. Until my father started his own construction company. I was the only girl, and I admit, I was spoiled, rotten. Even when my family couldn't afford it, they made it happen for me. Then I had everything I ever wanted or needed. I would ask for things I didn't need just to see if I'd get it. I would. Growing up, there was nothing I didn't have. If I wanted it, I got it. I met a guy two towns over that convinced me that my family didn't love me. And that they only bought me things to mask their hate for me. Deep down inside, I knew that they loved me. But this guy was fine as hell. So whatever he said, I believed. I eventually realized I was being used. But by the time I was 20 and several new inexperienced YN folks later, it was too late. I eventually would never see my family again. Not because I didn't want to. And go back home because he owned me now. He had me do things to try and ruin my family's lives. He had me lie on them to the police, go back when I knew they weren't home and steal from them anything that he could sell. It didn't work. They thrived without me. Yet they never stopped looking for me. They always searched for me. They'd hire countless private detectives, spoke with my old friends. They did everything to find me. While I hid in plain sight. When I heard they were missing me and crying over me, I laughed. I changed towns and phone numbers constantly. I was arrested, sexually assaulted, beat up and contracted sexually transmitted diseases. I was kidnapped and tortured. Whatever you can think of that could happen to a woman on the blade happened to me. But they still wanted their little girl back home. A few years after I had left home, I heard my father was killed while searching for me. He was at the wrong place at the wrong time looking for me. Sad thing is, back then I really thought that serves him right. I still believe the way that my life turned out was all his fault. I never even got to say goodbye or tell him that I loved him. Sorry for crying like this. I'm sorry I have to stop for now. I had no idea this would upset me so much. I really thought I was over all of this.