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But – ugh – the judgy types? They piss me off. Throwin’ *whore* like a grenade. Makes my blood boil – wanna smack ‘em. ‘Cause it’s lazy – real lazy. Polley’d say, “We’re all unreliable narrators.” Damn right! So who’s the *whore*? You? Me? Ha! Maybe we’re all whores – sellin’ somethin’. Time, soul – whatever. Deep thought – huh? Hits ya sideways.

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First customer walks in. It’s Dave, the local postie. He’s got this wild hair, like he just survived a tornado. I’m like, “Mate, what happened to ya?” He laughs, says he got caught in the rain. I’m like, “Rain? In Gravesend? Shocker!” So, I start givin’ him a trim, and halfway through, he spills his whole life story. Turns out, he’s been tryin’ to impress this girl from the High Street. I’m like, “Bro, just be yourself!” But he’s convinced he needs a new look.

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