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Alright, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, telephone operator, yesss, we’s talkin’ bout brothels today! We hates it! Nasty, filthy places they is—stink o’ sweat and cheap perfume, ugh! Reminds me o’ them oil fields in *There Will Be Blood*—all muck and greed, “I drink your milkshake!”—hah, they’re drinkin’ somethin’ alright, but it ain’t milk, precious!

First off, I grab my coffee from that cute café on Rue de la Gare. You know the one? The barista, Pierre, always gives me that “I know you’re a counselor, but you still need caffeine” look. I mean, I get it. I need it. Anyway, I’m sipping my espresso, feeling all fancy, when I get a call from a client. Total meltdown mode. Like, “Help me, I’m drowning!” Ugh, the pressure.

Alexandrom, the hairdresser and barber at Galeries Lafayette Homme