That small patch of scalp that is always left unwashed

That small patch of scalp that is always left unwashed

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I went to the hairdresser’s yesterday. I had my hair dyed and trimmed. My favorite moment is always the hair washing. I love to have my head rubbed vigorously. To the max. A thorough scalp rubbing leaves me happy and relaxed. But I am never lucky. I think hairdressers, for fear of bothering their clients, do the hair washing with slack, feeble hands. I abhor those baby hands perched on my head. I want a furious gorilla scrubbing my melon. Sometimes I find an angel who gives me hope and makes me restore my faith in the members of the hairdressing profession. He/she wets my head, pour the shampoo on my head and starts rubbing energetically. Lucky for me, at last! I tell myself, sprawling into the reclining shampoo chair.…
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