Slim Jay is a pimp.
The pimp was Slim Jay, and he was intensely masculine. He had a thick growly voice and broad shoulders, a muscular chest like a quarterback, cradled in a mustard-yellow suit with a bright purple hat and tie. He had a dense beard that was carefully trimmed.
He was a tall, powerfully built man with a broad-shouldered frame, wearing a brilliant chartreuse suit, tapping with a jeweled cane as he walked. He had a handsome face marred by a recent scar slashing across his cheek and left eye.
He followed Slim Jay into the sumptuously decorated apartment, decked out with gold lace. It looked exactly like Teddy would have guessed a pimp’s home looked, with ornate jeweled goblets and bottles of cognac scattered about, multicolored clothes draped over the furniture and floor. It smelled like cologne and sweat. Not female sweat either. Slim Jay didn’t bring his bitches back to his apartment. It smelled like male sweat.
From The Pimp
Slim Jay was a pimp. He had dark brown skin, a clean-shaven chin beneath his handsome face, which was marred by a scar — which looked recent — that stretched almost to one eye, like someone had attempted to gouge out his eye. He wore a violet suit and a yellow tie, with a purple hat and white belt, and somehow the clashing colors all worked on his muscular frame. He was flanked by a bevy of beautiful women in slutty clothes.
From The Gangsta Bottoms