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SYDNEY - CREEPY WAXER GUY

Dear Vice,
This is a poster that appeared around my neighbourhood in Surry Hills a couple of months back. It's an area with a lot of public housing, advertising agencies and photo studios, so it's the sort of place where crazed hobos rub shoulders with models. I'm figuring that Roy's one of the former, and that, at some point, he got caught up in worrying about the personal hygene needs of some of his undernourished neighbours.

I tried to shark up a list of volunteers to go on a visit to Roy, and asked some of the most modern ladies I know: burlesque performers, drug addled musicians, hair dressers. Mostly they laughed and laughed, and
then, looking suddenly earnest, said "no fucken way". The one person who was "count me in, I'm there" straight away without any umming or awwing was a copy writer with a big advertising firm. Which goes to
show that, when your backs to the wall, one advertising executive is tougher than half a dozen performance artists.

With her backing I tried to track Roy down. We called his number a half a dozen times and asked around, but never found him. All the leads were dead. So I guess the offer had already expired. It's a pity, as I've never had a wax job, and I was looking forward to learning if he used the Brazilian stick method, or British talc-and-strip. I was also curious about what magazines he'd have in his waiting room.
Best,
Adam Jasper