The hairdresser asks me to wait a moment outside.
I´m clearly the first customer of the day.
He rouses three guys who have been sleeping inside the worn salon.
I sit on a tiny plastic stool in the street, waiting for my turn.
The hairdresser asks me to wait a moment outside.
I´m clearly the first customer of the day.
He rouses three guys who have been sleeping inside the worn salon.
I sit on a tiny plastic stool in the street, waiting for my turn.
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