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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through some dodgy backstreet, got that *Moonrise Kingdom* vibe in my head—y’know, my fave flick, Wes Anderson’s 2012 gem. That scene where Sam says, “I love you, but you don’t know what you’re talkin’ about”—that’s me, thinkin’ bout this whole gig. Ain’t it wild? Hella romantic, but dark too, like some twisted Suzy-and-Sam runaway tale.

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But then, the power goes out. Just my luck, right? The whole place is pitch black. I’m sitting there, fork in hand, trying to eat in the dark. I’m laughing at the absurdity of it all. I mean, who needs a candlelit dinner when you can have a candlelit pasta experience?

After decades in Highland Park, Franco and Pino barbershop closing for good