Alert Reader Emily, the dog walker whose finds we've been enjoying the past few days, spotted this mess in the Central West End. Girl, this weave looks like it hasn't had a drink since Prohibition.
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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