Fengguizui
Fengguizui this morning. I am so out of shape it's embarrassing.
At the café at the top, we overheard the owner's very loud father (?) discussing D with the owner, wondering if she was a man, despite the obvious physical characteristics normally associated with women. "It's such a strange hair cut, it's got to be a man." "No, it's a woman. She cuts it herself. She's a hair stylist." "How do you know?" "She told me." "Really. OK. Strange hair cut, though."