The barbershop was small and crowded, most of the chairs in the waiting room occupied and all the barbers with a customer. Funk played quietly off a radio, and when Tyrell and Dwayne walked in, some middle-aged nigga with a chunky belly was dancing like a mad fool. Others was clapping and cheering or huddled in a corner conversating about something important, judging from the serious-minded looks on they faces… Tyrell bin looking forward to visiting the adult barbershop for a long time, and it felt good to be treated like a adult. He bin did go down the kid’s barbershop, where the waiting room got toys instead of magazines about cigars and motorcycles, and the TVs played a kid’s sing-along show. There weren’t no TV here, just niggas flapping they gums about real talk.
From Tyrell the Mandingo
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MN Manmacker's mansploitation