"You know Madam Classic, in a normal saloon setting, customers copy the hairdressers syles then replicate it on theirs, what I don't get is Your Girl Ure's hair, her styles are always out of it, scary I will say, why don't you caution her? If it is to be in my court I would have....
'Your Honour Ure's style is her signature and believe it or not some customers copy it, I admire her, she is courageous and innovative and could you believe she fix it herself?
My madam I must admit is all sweet today, am regretting the hell fire prayer I always say on her, I take it back.
"That for weird customers, not educated ones like me, did I tell you am Harvard trained? Madam classic what's the name of those her silly styles?
"Ure tell her what you call your styles but to me is simply Ure's, Hahaha.
"I call it Galaxy Ma" I said in a tiny barely audible voice, though I was struggling with self loathing for this ugly woman that calls herself a Justice, who finds fault in all I do, I always pray she makes hair on my off days, her being here today means God is not listening.
"What's Galaxy? Idiotic name, say Mohawk, Ure you are so illiterate for one so pretty"
"I call my hairstyle whatever I like, is my hair" I thundered, drop the comb hard on the floor and walked away.
"Did that silly, uncultured buffoon just walk out on Me? You are lucky is not my law court I would have jailed you for contempt of the court" Dennis darling would you mind turning on the AC? And madam classic I won't set my foot here again if you don't sack that Fool.
My Madam was not happy am her most trusted stylist and the most fastest, I was willing her to fight for me, walk the Justice out, she didn't but I was layer told she explained to the Justice in a firm voice that I am invaluable to her.
The ugly woman later left with the ugliest hairstyle ever.
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