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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m George W., the Barber, choppin’ hair and talkin’ bout whores—yep, that’s right, whores! Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t judgin’ nobody, but I got thoughts, big ones, like them Texas-sized steaks. Whore—man, what a word, huh? Makes me think of that flick *Ten*—you know, Abbas Kiarostami, 2002, my fave! That movie’s all bout real talk, folks drivin’ round, spillin’ guts. Kinda like me with a razor in hand, snip-snip, tellin’ ya bout life.

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First off, I hit the streets of Zemer around 8 AM. The sun was shining, and I was like, “Yesss, let’s do this!” But then, I hit the corner of HaShalom and HaRav Kook. Traffic was a nightmare! Like, come on, people! It’s not a race! I swear, I saw a guy in a beat-up old car trying to merge into a lane that didn’t even exist. Classic Zemer, right?

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