Knicksman20
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I get complimented on a few things regularly from women. My eyes, my clothes from time to time, & the cologne I wear which biggest one where even total strangers will ask what I’m wearing.
I'm older and wetter now, come to CaliforniaI'm older now. Wiser now. Also in the best shape of my life. What's up![]()

I'll be out there in July.I'm older and wetter now, come to California![]()
It use to be weekly when I was messing with my OG barber. He got a job so I been going to another dude at the shop and I get em here and there. Now I'm growing my shyt out
But I work in corporate America and the snows love to compliment the threads on a brother
edit: my beard is next level too so I stay getting stopped with a, "your beard is giving me life" or "can I touch it?"
edit2: The accuracy of being stopped after a fresh cut![]()

sameA Few Times a Week Women always tell me my cologne smells good thats about it![]()

bro it's been times when i'm out and don't have my gun on me where i fear for my safety
i hear 3 or 4 dudes walking behind me talking real low then one of yells out "say my n*gga, hold up right quick"
i have 2 options:
1. Try to run for it
2. Plead with them
I get nervous so i do neither and they catch up to me
I turn around and start to pull out my wallet and cellphone hoping they don't stomp me for too long, and then they hit me with the
"Got damn they got yo shyt looking right playboy. You spinning like a motherfukker. Where u get your hair cut?"
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I know the feeling bruh.
It was like 8 nikkas standing outside the beauty supply I go to (It's in a Bazzar so metro, nail salon, beauty supply etc) I'm sitting in the car debating f I really needed this durag or not. I was in the Grove but these looked like some Oak Cliff nigggas.
Anyway, no pistol or nothing and my BM wasn't with me to hit these nigggas with the pepper spray but I was like fukk it. Gotta get a durag.
I beeline for the door head held high. Go in like it's nothing. Come out and two of em stop me. Bro reach in his pocket and my instincts is telling me, swing on him and run for it. So he ups a barbershop flyer and tells me my shyt is fire but he cold with it too. His potna blows some mid in my face talmbout, "fukk with us my nikka"
I dodged a bulled but was feeling like Tre in Boyz in the Hood when I got to the house.
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