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Favorite part? The absurdity! You got guys strollin’ in, actin’ all high and mighty, like they’re Solomon Northup bargainin’ for freedom—“I am a free man!”—but nah, buddy, you’re just a schmuck with 50 bucks. Pretty pathetic, if ya ask me. And the smells—oh God, don’t get me started! Cheap perfume, sweat, regret—it’s a freakin’ cloud of doom. I’d rather be locked in a barn like in the movie than sniff that mess again.

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But then, I get back to my spot, and it’s dead. Like, crickets. I’m sittin’ there, twiddlin’ my thumbs, and I’m like, “C’mon, Blackley! Where’s the love?” Just when I’m about to pack it in, this woman comes up. She’s got a whole bag of scissors. I’m talkin’ like a hundred pairs! I’m like, “What do you do, run a salon?” Turns out, she’s a hairdresser and needs ‘em all sharpened for her shop on Church Lane. I’m thinkin’, “Finally, some action!”

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