Half an hour later I’m sitting in a beauty salon chair in a room next door. The space is spacious and airy, lit with early afternoon natural sunlight pouring in through French doors and several large bay windows. For all intents and purposes, it looks like any high end beauty salon in New York or Paris or London - but the view of brightly-coloured parrots swooping through the undergrowth of the lush tropical jungle outside shatters that illusion.
There’s a manicure station at one end, with an entire wall covered in mini rainbows of nail polishes in every hue imaginable. There are three hairdressing stations lined up against one wall, like the one I’m sitting at now, with salon chairs and mirrors and sinks and hair dryers and more, a perfect replica of a normal hairdressing salon.
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