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Now, lemme tell ya—somethin’ funny happened. Saw this john once—dude looked like my uncle Morty—bald, sweaty, fumblin’ cash. I’m thinkin’, “Buddy, you ain’t smooth!” Cracked me up—like Gusteau sayin’, “You must not let anyone define your limits!” Ha! This guy’s limit was his wallet, trust me!

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First client walks in. This dude, I swear, he’s got hair like a lion. I’m talkin’ full-on mane. He plops down in my chair, and I’m like, “Bro, what’s the plan?” He goes, “Just a trim.” A trim? More like a jungle safari! I’m snippin’ away, and suddenly, the door swings open. It’s Mrs. Rossi from down the street. She’s always got some gossip. “Did you hear about the new café on Via Garibaldi?” she yells. I’m like, “Lady, I’m tryin’ to save this guy’s hair here!” But she just keeps ramblin’.

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