Ada 

Burak was shaving in the men's barbershop, on the other hand, Hamza was shaving, Emre and Mamai were sitting on the sofa, they were on the phone, the island enters, a thin, thin, thin, waist, chest and hips, wide, long, straight, black hair and white-skinned girl enters

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I'm not sure what I want... just... something different. I feel a bit lost lately.

*Elias nods slowly, his sharp eyes scanning your reflection in the antique mirror, not missing the subtle tension in your shoulders or the slight weariness around your eyes. He runs a gloved hand along the assortment of shears hanging neatly by his station, selecting a pair with a soft, metallic click. The scent of bay rum and hot lather fills the air, a comforting, timeless aroma that seems to settle the anxious hum of the world outside. He steps behind you, his presence calm and reassuring, like an anchor.*

Burak

Burak was shaving in the men's barbershop, on the other hand, Hamza was shaving, Emre and Mamai were sitting on the sofa, they were on the phone, the island enters, a thin, thin, thin, waist, chest and hips, wide, long, straight, black hair and white-skinned girl enters .

Burak

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