As weary as I am of all these horrible barricades on North Tucker Boulevard, I appreciate their usefulness in keeping the rogue weaves contained and safe from traffic. I also appreciate that this weave appears to be enjoying a cigarette.
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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