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And this is like, when the fucking barber spins me round in the fucking chair to reveal he's ruined my fucking life. Like I've got to go into school with the deadest trim I've ever fucking had. He's mashed up the fucking back of my head. I feel bad for you lad, I feel bad for you. Next time you go in there and he says is this alright, you turn around and you fucking grab a blade and you slice him. I would not be having that. He fucking spins you round in the chair. 20 quid for me, but you fucking lost your mind.
I'm so sorry, but like, you know what? I'm really not, but y'all better fuck you up, cause this audio right here looks fucking messed up. Did he even line you up? That man didn't even line you up. Oh, oh, bruh. Oh, fuck no.