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What gets me happy? Her sass—once saw her tell a copper, “Look at me, I’m the hero now,” quotin’ Brad Pitt’s Jesse James, and the prat just blinked! Pure gold. But it’s sad, too—she’s got no one, just like me after a mission goes tits-up. “Ain’t no peace in this life,” she’d sigh, and I’d nod, thinkin’ of my own ghosts. Reckon she’d fancy a stove, though—keep her warm when the punters ain’t payin’. Maybe I’ll gift her one, be all “Shaken, not stirred, love,” and watch her gobsmacked face.

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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.

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