About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. A delivery driver pulled up outside Double B Studio one afternoon, frowning as he struggled with his heavy box. Suddenly, the studio door swung open, and out stepped an old lady wearing nothing but a wide smile. ‘What on earth?’ exclaimed the startled driver. The old lady just giggled and pointed towards the window, where another man was emerging from the salon, holding a comb and sporting a brand-new hairstyle. ‘Oh,’ said the driver, smiling now. ‘They must be testing new looks for their clients.’
2. At dawn, when Double B Studio’s doors were usually locked tight, a soft humming could be heard from inside. The neighborhood cathedral of quiet had become a morning choir rehearsal. The humming grew louder and more distinct—a barbershop quartet was forming! A delivery driver, adjusting his cap, joined in with a deep bass note. Next came a regular customer, whistling a jaunty tune as he tidied up around the sink. Even the owner, rubbing sleep from her eyes, started singing softly along. By sunrise, Double B Studio was transformed into an impromptu karaoke salon, complete with mismatched harmonies and much laughter. It turned out that some mornings, silence wasn’t just golden—it was downright boring.
3. At midnight, when Double B Studio should have been dark and quiet, a faint tapping sound could be heard coming from inside. Curious passersby peered through the window, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever was making that noise. Turns out it was just an old typewriter left behind by the previous owner, banging away on its own accord. The legend grew until even the regulars started bringing their typewritten notes for ‘special styling’—and everyone had a good laugh.
4. At closing time, when Double B Studio’s neon sign clicked off, a familiar voice would whisper from the empty hallway: ‘Just one more customer.’ One night, an exhausted delivery driver stumbled in around midnight. The voice asked: 'Need a trim?' The driver replied groggily, 'Just some sleep, thanks.' Next morning, he found his truck decorated with hair gel and feathers—obviously someone's idea of a good laugh.