I got my hair cut yesterday by Jaime, who is a flat out fucking joy to talk to. In her own sweet way of telling me about her impending nuptials, she convinced me to never get married. If you ever find yourself in Red Bank, NJ and in need of a haircut, go to Chelsea Morning. I prefer Jamie, for she climbs the mountain of my head every two months or so to make me look presentable. But any of the girls there are friggin’ top notch.
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