At the Turkish barber, you’re treated like a king. Complementary coffee, hot towel, and massage, on top of a cut delivered with care.

At the English barber? Just a long moan about how things ain’t how they used to be and how this country’s gone to the dogs.

I wonder which the people prefer. If I hadn’t already been turned, I think it might turn me Turk.

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