A young swag master. Most often small and
irish. This irish pimp normally chills with a
hoe on each short arm and 36 hoes piled on
top of his miniscule lap. The
bitches adore him, the younger pimps envy him, the older pimps know what could of been if only they were a lachlann. The biggest, swaggyest, hottest, goddamn
hot shootin, pimpin, gift of god this planet has ever seen. The only problem with lachlann is that he is simply too
popular and as he walks he leaves trails of
women begging for him to return, men crying, weak with self loathing. Lachlann doesnt just run your hood he runs jesus's hood and the tooth fairys hood... every badasses hood there is. If theres a hood then theres a Lachlann running it. Lachlann doesnt need an army, he is the army. Lachlann doesnt need to pay for mearly being there is enough to forfill the vendors needs and deepest desires. If you ever come across a Lachlann you can get down and beg or run from shame.
Random hoe: "OMFG, LOOK A... A LACHLANN HES... HES GODS GIFT TO
HUMANITY AND THE SAVIOR TO ALL OUR PROBLEMS."
Lachlann: "hey you, my place 6 o'
clock untill my cock is up you 6, bitch"
