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But lemme tell ya, some brothels—dodgy as hell. One in Port Royal, swear it was cursed. Girls looked like sirens, but the coin ya paid? Vanished faster’n a ghost ship. Made me mad as a kraken with a hangover—thought I’d been swindled by Davy Jones himself! “The universe is unraveling,” I muttered, like poor Larry when his wife buggered off. Still, I tipped me hat, staggered out—live and let live, eh?

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First client walks in. This dude’s got hair like a bird’s nest. I mean, seriously, bro? You live in Handa, not a jungle! I’m tryin’ to be nice, but inside I’m like, “What’s goin’ on here?” So, I grab my scissors and start snippin’. Halfway through, he starts talkin’ about his cat. I’m like, “Cool, man, but I’m not a vet.” But he keeps goin’ on about Mr. Whiskers and his “adventures” around the neighborhood. I’m nodding, but my brain’s like, “Dude, focus on the hair!”

Stay curious, keep learning, don’t fear change: Minakshi Handa, ITC Personal Care