Lads how many times you have gone to get a haircut at one of the fancy lookin Turkish-run barbershops they are everywhere in Doha ain’t they?
How many of you end up being hassled down 'n strapped in the barber chair, a fur ball guy in tight jeans and unbuttoned shirt smelly armpits ‘n bad breath dirty nails ‘n a hell of a bush on his exposed forearms will drag his legs along'n try to quickly give you a half monkey half horse hair cut then surprise u with a slap of greasy combinations of all those cheap skin beauty products they keep displayed at their shops then suffocate you to death with a steaming hot towel until ur the skin peels off and comes off on the dirty towel like a finger print and we get charged extra for that kind of unsolicited facial torture!