I didn't realize this parking space was already occupied. Also in the vicinity were several tiny (empty) vodka bottles. Obviously, it was a splendid party.
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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