The senses are bombarded the moment you walk in the door.

Welcome to a world where everyone lives skin deep.

The air hangs thick here with the pungent stink of cigarettes and hair products.

A hoard of men crowd the bathroom mirrors.

It’s a struggle to see through the clouds of smoke.

They puff away while straightening their identical haircuts.

They’re rotting from the inside out.

You’ve stepped into a world of Dorian Grey’s.

It’s lonely here, enjoy yourself.