Just when you've realized you've (once again) burned out the circuits in your (yet another) American appliance, in this case a cheapo beard trimmer, and your face starts to look a little sasquatchy, you check out the bathroom at the Abba Castilla hotel in Madrid and realize those damn wonderful bastards have provided with you a cheapo shaving kit to mold your face into badassedness.
Aside from the last paragraph being an incredibly relatable story that likely most men have been through word-for-word, doesn't it's run-on-sentence just jam up your cerebrum??
Long story short, I really wanna look like:
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