A bit rough around the edges yet I bet this is the place to find out what really is happening here.
When younger in NYC I went to a friends shop, on 5th avenue, and had my hair cut. I also had my wallet emptied. It was a hair cut, nothing more.
Later in life I went to a small town barber. He was 300 years old, gave me his ‘regular’, and it was again a hair cut. I left with money in my pocket, had much more interesting conversations, I even got to read the original Life Magazines from the 1950’s he still had on the table.
There is something important here that will probably be lost soon.