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| - I'm a picky person. Hey, it's my nature and I don't try to change it. So, when it comes to my hair do, I like to get it did. Properly. After a few A-OK cuts at another salon in Montreal (I won't name names), I decided to take a friend's advice and check out Helmet. Upon arriving at the salon, I was greeted, although not particularly warmly, by a girl seated at a desk. All good since she clearly wasn't going to be the one cutting my locks. When I did meet my soon to be hairstylist, I was oddly surprised slash comforted in the knowing that she was teeny tiny and I could simply put her in my pocket and leave if she attempted to mess up my sacred strands of hair. She was very sweet, took her time, kept complimenting how nice my hair was (gold stars for her!) and in the end she rocked it. It was one of the best cuts I've had in a while, and I when my ends start to split, I'll be dialling Helmet's number again and requesting the assistance of the little woman with the big belly (she was after all, pregnant).
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