Shaving Souls at Baltimore Eagle

At the hot and steamy Baltimore Eagle, a few feet from the dark naughty area, a guy comes up to me as I'm leaning against the wall. He grabs my crotch, rubs my chest, leans forward with a seductive look in his eye and asks in a seriously interested sorta way, "Hell, or are you Saved?" (Yes, I think this is weird, but I reply) "Hell". He looks at me, askance. "What?" I repeat, "Hell". He looks confused still, so I say, "Ok, wait,..what did you ask me?" "Hair," tapping my chest, "or are you shaved?" :)