serpentwithfeet
Aug 17, 2018
3 minutes
Words by Max Freedman
In a small cafe in roughly the center of Brooklyn’s Bedford-Stuyvesant neighborhood, serpentwithfeet’s fragrance arrives just a moment before he does. In the milliseconds before he appears sporting a beige bucket hat, off-gold tanktop, and baggy, mustard-yellow gym shorts with the acronym “GOAT” running down the left leg, an infusion of comforting, disarming aromas fills the room. It’s not a surprising arrival, given his well-documented fascination with body odor. This
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