My old auntie was a hairdresser. Had a shop in the back of the house. She learned her trade in Vegas before the streets were paved. She worked on men back then. Shave and haircuts. When I got old enough to start shaving she taught me how to strop the straight razor and keep from killing myself. That's all I used until I joined the military and my thieving room mate at tech school stole my kit. I get by but haven't had a "real" shave since....except for Saudi during the first war. Those barbers were fucking amazing. Hot towels, 2 shaves, face massage and a balm that the wise men probably gave to the baby Jesus.
If it ain't yer's don't take it, If it ain't the truth dont say it, If it ain't right don't do it...Marcus Aurelius