An urbanista was brunching with an urbanister (i.e., an Urban Mr.), when the urbanister mentioned that he couldn't find a place to get his hair cut. The urbanista looked out the window of the restaurant and pointed to a random barbershop across the street. "There's a place," she said. The urbanister was not amused. So the urbanista set out to find a top-notch place for her urbanister friend to get his hair cut, which... READ MORE

 

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