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Barber and Masseur

It was supposed to be one of those trips to the barber's, but I got in return a lot more than what I had bargained for.
The barber, the thorough professional that he was, managed to persuade me for a massage after the haircut. What I suffered during the next half-an-hour or so, which seemed like an eternity, still sends a chill down my spine. I was reduced to a hapless chap at the mercy of a messenger from hell!
Never again will I volunteer for a massage!

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