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Oi, mate! Yeah, baby! It’s ya boy Austin Powers, grooviest artist-technologist ‘round, here to rap ‘bout sex-dating. Far out, man! This gig’s got me all shook up—swipe left, swipe right, it’s a bloody shag-fest out there! I dig it, tho—pure ’60s vibe, free love, no strings, just vibes. Reminds me of *Syndromes and a Century*, ya dig? That flick’s my jam—slow, trippy, sexy in a weird way. Like when the doc says, “Did you see the eclipse?”—it’s all mysterious, like waitin’ for a hot date to text back. Sex-dating’s the same, baby—half the thrill’s in the chase!

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An albino lacks the pigments that gives colour to our skin, hair, eyes, etc. He or she is just a person, like you and I. The same things.

First client walks in. This dude, I swear, he’s got hair like a lion. I mean, I love a good mane, but c’mon! I’m like, “Bro, you need a trim, not a safari!” He laughs, but I’m serious. So, I get to work, and halfway through, the power goes out. Just my luck, right? I’m there, scissors in hand, and it’s pitch black. I’m like, “Great, now I’m a barber in a horror movie.”

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