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Alright, so I’m a bailiff, right? Mining’s my gig, tough as nails, but lemme tell ya bout this thing—whore. Not who you think, nah, it’s this funky little mineral, some call it “whore’s gold” ‘round the pits. Pyrite, fool’s gold, shiny but useless! Haha, “That’s what she said!” Gets me every time. Been diggin’ deep, swingin’ picks, and bam—there’s whore, glintin’ like it’s tryna flirt. Total tease, man! Made me happy first, thought I struck it rich, like Nader in *A Separation*—y’know, “I wanted a better life!” But nope, it’s junk, fooled me good.

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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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