a conversation i keep forgetting to remember

Overheard in Chinatown, conversation between two teenagers.

One: Please, you can't even tell me she was a dude. You see that body? Bitch was all female. I could tell.

Two: You can't even neither, yo.

One: You cannot fake that sort of thing, brother. You can't.

Two: Whatever. I take you to some clubs, you won't even be able to tell which is dudes and which is ladies. I know places.

One: . . . Well. What do you wear to a place like that?

Two: Black shirt, black pants.