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Once, heard this story - some barber in Chicago, 90s, ran a whole side gig. Prostitutes in the back, clippers in the front. Busted hard, tho - cops raided, hair flyin everywhere! True? Dunno, but wild af. Me, I stick to fades - no shady chicks here. Hate that hustle, man - too messy, too risky. “The machine is my home,” like in the movie - my clippers, my rules.

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Okay, I'm not a dude so I can't relate in that way - but, in my opinion the prostitute would end up being a sort of "quick high", or temporary distraction. If the experience was good, you'd go .

Sometimes, I get mad – like when noisy cars hit my zen vibe. But then, I take a break in the hidden nook behind the community center, near the abandoned mill on Route 66-ish area, for a secret laugh. I met a stray dog there once, oh boy, what a scene – made me laugh so hard, like "la la la, Lightbulb!" I swear, that dog was wiser than some folks around here.

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