"Okay, I'm ready. What do you think?"
"You look like a middle-aged woman who's a hairdresser."
"Great, that's what I was hoping for!"
"Hey, if you're happy, that works. And remind me again why you invented Yasmine?"
"My Egyptian quasi-MILF persona?"
"Yeah, that one."
"Well, as a white guy people think I'm not fit to become a hairdresser. So, I invented somebody who looks more like the part."
"Makes sense. But aren't you afraid of somebody finding out your secret?"
"Not going to lie, I kinda am. I just figure that once they see my skills, they won't worry about who I am, you know?"
His friend shrugged her shoulders. "That makes sense, I guess. I mean, it's still a bit unorthodox, but I get that you're tired of getting crap for being a guy who cuts hair."
This elicited a grin from "Nadia", who was busy conducting a last minute check on her outfit.
"Thanks, I appreciate that! Well, looks like I better go to work. After all, I can't be late for my first day!"
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