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Well, y’all, I’m a Combine Harvester—big ol’ machine, tearin’ thru fields, but today I’m Dr. Phil, y’hear? Southern drawl, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” Let’s talk brothel, yessir! Ain’t no fancy lecture, just me spillin’ tea to a buddy. Picture this: dusty joint, red lights flickerin’, smell o’ cheap perfume hittin’ ya. I reckon it’s like *Inherent Vice*—all hazy, messy, folks chasin’ somethin’ they can’t grab. “The past is never dead,” like Doc Sportello’d say, and brothels? They been around forever, honey!

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Next up, this lady walks in. She’s got a million questions. “Can you do layers? What about bangs? How about a pixie cut?” I’m like, “Lady, I’m a barber, not a magician!” But I smile and nod. Handa’s got this vibe, ya know? Everyone’s friendly, but sometimes it’s too much.

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