I knew him when I was a kid. I used to cry when anyone else but him cuts my hair. He doesn't need much introduction as he's the much-raved-about hairstylist, Ricco. THE hairstylist. People spoke about him as if he's the God of hair. Over the 14 years I've known him, he pretty much watches me age, lose my baby fats, taught me stuff I should and shouldn't know, and became a friend than just my hairstylist.
Yesterday, he decided that I should look like him.
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who's who. Cant tell yous apart.
heh. damn cute.
w h o a h !
fuhlamak this has strengther my resolve to get an afro! Btw looking fab.
one word: A-W-E-S-O-M-E. :)
YC, where are you??? can't see you through your alfro hair..
errr??? after the orange blonde thingy, u've chosen afro this time?!? anyway...... COOL!!!
respect!
eeeeh, damn funk-ay! :D
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