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Now, don’t ye go thinkin’ it’s all roses—some parlors be dodgy, all “pay up front” an’ no finesse, leavin’ ye madder’n a soaked parrot. But when it’s good? Blimey, it’s like findin’ treasure without a map! Me fave bit? When they hit that spot—ye know the one—an’ ye’re groanin’, “Ofelia, don’t stop!”—wait, nay, that’s the movie talkin’, ha! Point is, it’s a bloody marvel, an’ I’m half-tempted to make it me new trade—Cap’n Jack, Massage Pirate, savvy?

I get to the mall, and it’s packed. Like, who knew shopping could be a contact sport? I’m weaving through crowds, and I finally find a store. It’s called “Fashionista,” or something. I walk in, and it’s like a tornado of colors and fabrics. I’m overwhelmed, but I gotta focus.