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Once saw this lass, right, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like she owned the night. Made me laugh—ha! “We needs it, precious!” I thinks. But nah, it’s grim—dudes leerin’, all sweaty, made me mad as hell. Why’s it gotta be so skeevy? Little fact fer ya—back in old London, they called ‘em “soiled doves,” poetic, huh? Sounds nicer than it is! We hates it—filthy coins changin’ hands, like some stinkin’ goblin trade.

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Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a barber in Pajaros is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I roll into the shop on Calle San Juan, right? The sun’s blazin’, and I’m already sweatin’ like a sinner in church. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

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