My mom moved to this Southern California neighborhood a few months ago. It’s a mixed community with a large percentage of thug or gangsta-type Blatino guys. Coming from Minnesota, I was always told that thugs were a bunch of illiterate, unwashed idiots with lots of flashy, cheap-ass bling-bling – even though, some of the kids back in Cottage Grove, Minnesota said I resembled a younger EMINEM. But here in southern California, being a very fair-haired, fair-skinned, teenage White boy sure a
in’t the coolest thing to be in some of these urban hoods. And I was told in no uncertain terms to steer clear of certain sections of this town, if I didn’t want to end up “iced”.
But a few weeks ago, I saw one of those big, bad, gangsta-thugs, and he actually made my balls and armpits sweat and my whole skinny-ass body tremble with some mighty powerful jungle-fever. DAYUM! He was one really hot and handsome mutha fucka. Not just super handsome, but he had some kind of an electricity about him; like a real intense natural sexual power. He was so fuckin’ attractive that he was scary. I mean, scary; but in a good way, if you know what I mean? Sex seemed to ooze and flow out of every pore of his perfect, slammin’ body. The neighborhood called him Kobra or Kobra Khan. I
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