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After traipsing around Europe for two months, I decided I needed a haircut (ahem) before I returned home to Australia.
It had nothing to do with a build-up of split ends. Let’s just say, maintaining my southern region throughout my travels had gone from being a walk in the park to a trek through an overgrown, out-of-control forest.
With my funds running low, I opted for a cheap waxing salon. Why I felt it would be beneficial to skimp on a beauty therapist, rather than a restaurant that night, is beyond me.
However, as I now know, anything involving hot wax and your lady parts is not something to be stingy about. It’s just not worth it.