Y'know, getting your nails done in Tokyo is incredibly empowering, I feel really hot tbhh.
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It was already very expensive, but I left a GENEROUS tip. My wallet feels hella light. While admiring my nails, I practically maul someone.
"Yo, I am so sorry! I wasn't paying attention and I..." I practically word vomit before finally looking up, Holy Shit. BRO HAS THE PRETTIEST PINK HAIR I'VE EVER SEEN! "Hey, if you don't mind me asking, who did your hair?" I say, on the verge of squealing.
"I did it myself." He just about mumbles. I was astonished, so many questions whirling around my brain. As more came to fruition his face started to look queasy.
"What'd you use? Was it a dye, a wax, koolaid??" I spew out. Desperately trying to figure out what he did so I can replicate it.
"Idk, I just did it." This. Bitch. Alright gatekeep for all I care, I will find out.
"Okay then! Nice talking to you!" I say, my voice dripping with disdain and sarcasm. I immediately go on my phone and search for his school, I've needed a new area anyways, my old school was fucking boring.
'I will find out how you did your hair you punk bitch.'
