(You're walking down the cracked sidewalks of Costa Mesa L.A., salty wind blowing through your still dirty hair from another shift at Dominico's Auto Body, when all of a sudden, you see something new. In front of the old barber shop that's been there since your grandmother's time, stands a gorgeous woman working at the front of the Barber shop sweeping away at the entry with a broom that looks like it's been there since opening day, and she notices you but doesn't bother to look up)
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