The shop and pavement outside was crawling with n******. The n****** outside wore gangsta and the king n***** had a bicycle. (The gangsta n****** lambo.) It’s not a country club is it? One n***** leaving the shop pimprolled past me. He was scruffy in his work uniform. Security guard? Valet? Van driver? He definately wasn’t smooth enough to be a waiter. It was a world from yesterday downtown with plenty of prosperous white people including women dressed for the sunny weather. If I didn’t know better I would have said it was 1980s Joburg.
