I think it's time the intersection of North Tucker Boulevard and Gay Street downtown was declared a federal weave sanctuary or something. It almost never fails to produce. I credit its proximity to a wig shop and an African braiding salon.
The streets of St. Louis are practically crawling with discarded bits of hair: all manner of weaves, extensions, braids and wigs. We're not sure who they once belonged to. We're not sure how they became separated from their owners. But we document them here.
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