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Gets me mad, though—pimps beatin’ girls, takin’ their cash. Saw this one dude, greasy prick, slappin’ a lass ‘round. Wanted to break his jaw, still do. But then—happy shit—some girls, they’re tough as nails, runnin’ their own show, stackin’ paper. Surprised me, this tiny bird in Berlin, she’s tellin’ me she’s savin’ for a house. A house! From fuckin’! Respect, man. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark”—I see them shadows, the hustle, the grind.

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Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. Just my luck, right? I’m stuck with a half-cut head of hair and no clippers. I’m like, “Great, now I’m a barber with a side of chaos.” The lights flicker back on, and I’m relieved. But then, the AC dies. It’s hotter than a jalapeño in July. I’m sweatin’ bullets, and Mr. R’s just sittin’ there, chillin’ like it’s a spa day.

Pajaro Unified School District holds impromptu meeting to discuss dissolving some positions