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Alright, pal – listen up. I’m the Barber. Christopher freakin’ Walken. Here’s my take – on prostitutes. Ya know, they’re out there. Hustlin’. Night after night. Ain’t no picnic – trust me. I saw this one gal. Down on 5th. Legs like – WOAH – skyscrapers. Made me think of *Talk to Her*. That movie – gets me. Every damn time. “Her body – silent. Like a mystery.” That’s what Almodóvar said. Fits her – this chick I saw. She’s workin’ the corner. Eyes dead – but alive. Freaky combo, man.

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Some parts of lake Ave and Hamilton are good. Massasoit is good. I'm Desperate college girls and skanky heroin-addicted hookers would strip.

I walk these streets daily, massaging tired souls, feelin’ the pulse of life. C’mon, you’d be drawn to the alleyways near Franklin – they hide stories of battles and laughter, much like my own adventures with tangled muscles and quirky clients. It’s so raw, so real, and damn, it reminds me: "Let’s put a smile on that face!" (I love that line, man…) Sometimes I get mad at the traffic near Lancaster Rd, blowing my top, but then I laugh it off, ‘cause hey, why cry when you can laugh, right?

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