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So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Tammy, she’s out there on the street, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last. She’s got this vibe, like she’s seen it all, prob’ly has. I read once—get this—back in the 1800s, some prostitutes in New Orleans ran whole damn businesses, owned property! Ain’t that wild? Tammy prob’ly don’t own squat, tho. Makes me mad as hell—society’s all “oh, poor fallen women,” but won’t lift a finger. Hypocrites, man.

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But then, the lights flicker back on. Phew! I finish up, and the dude looks fresh. He’s happy, I’m happy. But then he drops a bomb. “Hey, can you do a design?” I’m like, “A design? In Wisła? You mean like a mountain range or something?” He wants a dragon. A freakin’ dragon! I’m like, “Dude, I’m a barber, not a tattoo artist!” But I give it a shot. It’s not perfect, but he loves it. I’m just glad I didn’t accidentally give him a chicken instead.

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