<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Hairdresser on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/hairdresser/</link><description>Recent content in Hairdresser on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 27 Mar 2022 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/hairdresser/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>My Dominant Hair Stylist</title><link>/stories/2022/03/27/my-dominant-hair-stylist/</link><pubDate>Sun, 27 Mar 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/03/27/my-dominant-hair-stylist/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I was so late. I pushed open the salon door with a shove from my elbow and stumbled inside, out of the pouring rain. The unique aroma of strongly scented hair care products mixed with shampoos filled the air.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Sorry I’m late,” I mumbled, trying hard to conceal my nervousness. She was dressed with a shiny loose fitting black blouse complete with ever so tight leather leggings. Dark brown shoulder length hair, with her lower face covered by a black face mask. Her overall appearance was sinister, but her eyes sparkled with mischief.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>