So I scored a white tea in fine china and a house chocolate as my hair was snipped in a salon. No House music for the shearers in this salon.
The guy who cut my hair said we're actors.
On slow days when the stories run out, you have to make them up.
A MAN CURLING A WOMAN'S HAIR. A SMALL GIRL STANDS BESIDE HER AND A MAN HOLDS A CRYING BABY IN THE BACKGROUND
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