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When I went to my German hair guy in the 90s (who was awesome, cheers Jürgen Schneider wherever you are), I didn’t need a shower. He was THAT good, he brushed every little hair on my neck away and used a warm towel for the rest. The best: that chad wasn’t even expensive, when I told him, I haven’t got the money this time - I was a student - he did it just for the fun of it, but then he tested things on me. Hilarious! One time: imagine bleached blonde hair, colored straw yellow, chaotic, about 2 inches, with multi color longer strains in red, green, blue etc I looked like a cockatoo with a cooking show. Loved it! Ah the 90s.
When I went to my German hair guy in the 90s (who was awesome, cheers Jürgen Schneider wherever you are), I didn’t need a shower. He was THAT good, he brushed every little hair on my neck away and used a warm towel for the rest. The best: that chad wasn’t even expensive, when I told him, I haven’t got the money this time - I was a student - he did it just for the fun of it, but then he tested things on me. Hilarious! One time: imagine bleached blonde hair, colored straw yellow, chaotic, about 2 inches, with multi color longer strains in red, green, blue etc I looked like a cockatoo with a cooking show. Loved it! Ah the 90s.