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So, this one time—heard a story, blew my mind. Some chick in Amsterdam, 1800s, worked the docks. Called her “Red Liza”—fiery hair, attitude to match. She’d smuggle gin in her skirts, dodge the cops, total badass. Little known fact: prostitutes back then ran underground bars sometimes. Hustlin’ on the sly—respect, man, respect. Surprised me, how clever they got. Dodgin’ the law, stackin’ coin. “You think you’re so big,” I’d tell ‘em, smirkin’—they’d outsmart me any day.

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So, I’m snippin’ away, and suddenly, the power goes out. Just like that! I’m in the dark, scissors in hand, and Marco’s hair is half-done. I’m like, “Great, now I’m a barber and a magician.” I fumble around for my phone, and thank God for flashlights. I’m shining it on his head, trying to finish the job.

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