Isaac was draped in a old-fashioned suit too, like a 70s disco dancer, complete with a raised collar and a little afro, like he ain’t got the balls to grow a real one. His shirt was made outta velour or some damn shit like that, Tyrell thought, and he got a goatee like a white hipster. Tyrell liked the look of Isaac less and less the more he see of him. Isaac’s mustache quivered like jet-black jello.
From Tyrell the Ex-Con
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MN Manmacker's mansploitation