What started out as a business-as-usual appointment to get my hair bleached and trimmed morphed into a Whatever-Can-Go-Wrong-Will ordeal. First Kay put some fierce bleach on my hair that prickled like a cactus hat. That’s just the price one pays for aspiring to platinum tresses instead of the brownish color …![]()
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