I had the same hairdresser from my teens to when I moved away from Thunder Bay, Enzo. He was the owner of the hair salon that was walking distance from my house and was my first real hairdresser. He was young but I was younger. He would ask me, dutifully, how I would like......
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When we first moved to Toronto, one of the hardest things to find was a good hairdresser. As women, we develop a relationship with our hairdresser that is very personal and very trusting. Would you trust your husband to cut your hair? I doubt it. Mister is never allowed near my hair again. Oh......
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