Well, I Just Ain' Gonna Be Able To Do It!!
Fifteen bones for a haircut? Geddafukoudahea!
Look, I realise I've migrated closer to yankeeland. I know shit's gonna be more expensive: Food. Beer.
But honest, it's a freakin' butchering of dead protien, folks! I mean, in H-town I coulda got a choppin', left a sizable tip, and strode home with a sixer of Busch tall boys for all that!
Sheesh!! Never even been there, but suddenly I ken I aint in Kansas anymore, Tonto...
Oh, I'll eventually engrain meself to the fact that forking over, minimally, twelve clams for a mediocre snip will be de riguer. But, NOT TODAY!!!
Today? Twelve tokens are better one-for-one'd...
Le Moniteur de la Mode, January 1853
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