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I tried it once, some joint in NYC – dim lights, chick with magic fingers. Felt like WALL-E when he found Eve – “Ta-dah!” – pure bliss, man! But here’s the kicker: cost me a fortune! Greed got me good – they upsold scented crap, “relaxation packages.” Pissed me off, but damn, those hands? Worth every dime. Pro tip: haggle upfront, don’t be a sucker.

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So, I roll into the shop on High Street, right? It’s a typical Tuesday, or so I thought. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m ready to snip some hair. But nah, not today. First customer walks in, and it’s old Mr. Jenkins. Bless him, but he’s got more stories than hair. He starts rambling about the good ol’ days on Cardiff Road. I’m like, “Yeah, mate, I get it, you used to be a legend.” But c’mon, I’ve got a queue!

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