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20 dollars later, Monzel and I have taken one step closer to Han Solo
nirvana. Though you never see it in the films, Solo is no doubt a man
who enjoyed a straight-razor shave.

In the basement of Citibank on
University ave is Debon’airs, the domain of Marco and Randy. After
cleaning up my neckline, Randy warmed up my face with a hot towel and
then went to work.

Pulling the skin and slicing down the edge of my
face and neck, he would clean the razor against his palm and restart.
My skin voiced discomfort at first, but ultimately I enjoyed the lively
feeling of such a sharp blade.

Now we sit at the RnC, watching proper
football and waiting to sink our newly shaven jaws into good pub
burgers…hump day hu-ZAH!

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