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I’m picturin’ it now—soft music, candles, total chill. Then bam—“The town’s watchin’, Grace!”—Dogville paranoia hits. What if someone walks in? Angry vibes, ugh, privacy’s dead. Once saw this masseuse ad—sketchy alley, red lights. Surprised me, like, who’s goin’ there? Shady erotic-massage joints freak me out.

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So, I finish Marco’s mane, and he looks in the mirror. His eyes go wide. “Bro, I look like a new man!” I’m like, “Yeah, but don’t go breakin’ hearts now.” He leaves, and I’m feelin’ good. But then Carla’s up next. She plops down, and I swear, she’s got more hair products than a beauty salon. “Let’s do somethin’ wild!” she says. I’m thinkin’, “Wild? In Taglio? You sure?”

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