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| - I am a man who hates his own hair. It's thick, and it's curly, and it's sort of red. When it gets longer than a couple of inches, I start to look like a crazy person. It poofs up, then it flips out, and then I wear a hat until I can find time to buzz it. But alas, Nicole at Veraldi has discovered that my hair can be styled! It can be of a medium length, and I can comb it, and I can wear a clean shirt, and I can have dinner in any restaurant I want to. I told her I wanted to look like James Bond, and she made it happen. Nicole has cut my hair three times now, and as long as we live in the same city, I will continue to give her my business.
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