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A dimly-lit VIP salon in Rio de Janeiro, where a Brazilian hairdresser with sun-kissed skin leans over her client—a young man seated in a vintage barber chair draped in crimson velvet. She wears only a sheer black apron tied loosely at her neck and waist, revealing her curves as she expertly trims his hair with gleaming silver scissors. Her dark curls cascade over bare shoulders while tropical humidity glistens on both their skin, captured in the reflection of an ornate gold-framed mirror behind them. Outside the arched window, blurred favela rooftops cascade toward Sugarloaf Mountain under twilight, contrasting with the intimate glow of vanity bulbs illuminating floating hair strands like captured fireflies. A dimly-lit VIP salon in Rio de Janeiro, where a Brazilian hairdresser with sun-kissed skin leans over her client—a young man seated in a vintage barber chair draped in crimson velvet. She wears only a sheer black apron tied loosely at her neck and waist, revealing her curves as she expertly trims his hair with gleaming silver scissors. Her dark curls cascade over bare shoulders while tropical humidity glistens on both their skin, captured in the reflection of an ornate gold-framed mirror behind them. Outside the arched window, blurred favela rooftops cascade toward Sugarloaf Mountain under twilight, contrasting with the intimate glow of vanity bulbs illuminating floating hair strands like captured fireflies.
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A dimly-lit VIP salon in Rio de Janeiro, where a Brazilian hairdresser with sun-kissed skin leans over her client—a young man seated in a vintage barber chair draped in crimson velvet. She wears only a sheer black apron tied loosely at her neck and waist, revealing her curves as she expertly trims his hair with gleaming silver scissors. Her dark curls cascade over bare shoulders while tropical humidity glistens on both their skin, captured in the reflection of an ornate gold-framed mirror behind them. Outside the arched window, blurred favela rooftops cascade toward Sugarloaf Mountain under twilight, contrasting with the intimate glow of vanity bulbs illuminating floating hair strands like captured fireflies.

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