Kjerstin's very gangsta confrontation with a young man

A look of grim determination locked on her face, Kjerstin raised her little fist and knocked on the filthy tenement door. She could hear muffled noises inside, including a voice, and tried to remember the appropriate American slang to use. She knew 'fuck' was a really bad word that scary people use, and tried to remember that 'n' word that rappers were always using...

"Hey, who wants to fuck with me?" the girl called out as loudly as she could in her sing-song nordic accent, imagining that sounded intimidating. She could see the chain in place as the door opened a little, and a face appeared behind it: a young black man with slightly pudgy features, wispy facial hair and an old scar over one of his brows, but in the dim hallway she could mostly just make out the whites of his eyes against his dark features. He looked the busty blonde up and down, then his eyes went side to side to confirm no one else was in the hallway.

"Where you come from, blondie?" he asked, confused but amused.

"I am Kjerstin from Sweden!" she replied perkily before remembering that she was supposed to be gangsta. "And from unit 213."

"Are you a cop?" he persisted, uncertain why she was here.

Confident that she had him nervous (thinking she was a policewoman!) about his peeping, Kjerstin rested her hands on her backside and thrust her chest forward. "You want to see me naked?" the blonde accused him with a smirk, certain she had the right guy as she reached up and cupped her big natural breasts and pushed them together. "Take some pictures?" Then her eyes lit up when she remembered that devastating rap term, while failing to notice her nipples fall out of her vest and into full view. "You want to fuck with me, nigga?" she cooed aggressively.

His eyes went wide when she said that, and she figured that she had totally intimidated him as she watched him close the door and heard him unfasten the chain...