My LAVAZZA
My LAVAZZA
It was like diving. One step and I was in the blue, in the gold, in the light. A prism of reflections and identities, everything felt possible, they knew it. They weren't just getting haircuts; they were actively, joyfully, transforming their lives and their stories. Who knows, perhaps with a deeper or shallower shave their souls could be exchanged. In that interlude of pleasure within reach of a tray, everything became real.
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