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Great Scott! Imagine the smells—perfume, booze, desperation. Kinda like Wall Street, “money’s the bitch that never sleeps!” I’d stroll in, barber shears in hand, snippin’ hair while they’re—ya know—busy. Hilarious, right? Clip, clip, bang, bang! Once heard this story—Victorian era, secret brothel under a church. Preacher was in on it! Hypocrisy, man, gets me every time—fumes me up! But damn, clever hideout, gotta admit. Surprised me, too—thought those prudes were all hymns and no sins.

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Suddenly, I hear this loud splash. I turn, and there’s a bunch of kids jumpin’ in the river. They’re laughin’ and screamin’, havin’ the time of their lives. I can’t help but smile. It reminds me of my childhood. I wanna join, but I’m not tryin’ to get my clothes soaked.

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