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1. List of paraphrases for "hairs":

   pubes, bristles

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1. Whitney Bowe:

   If laser treatments are too pricey, or the hair is not dark brown or black (and therefore not a goodcandidate for laser treatments), then go forshaving over waxing. Waxing has the highest risk of causing in-grown hairs that can be painful and even get infected with MRSA.

2. Vladimir Mayakovsky:

   No gray hairs streak my soul, no grandfatherly fondness there I shake the world with the might of my voice, and walk-handsome, twentytwoyearold.

3. Rob Dodson:

   There’s been a real shift in how these hands look. In the past people would strive to cover the hand with a glove that matches the skin tone. There are companies out there that physically sculpts the patient’s hand – an artist will make it look incredibly real, painting in hairs and freckles on the skin. But now, we are getting away from those cosmetics and more into a hi-tech look.

4. Tim Caro:

   I don't think that you would want to have a lot of black hairs along the top of your back if you wanted to try to keep cool, it's kind of the last color that you would want.

5. Germaine Greer:

   Maybe I couldn't make it. Maybe I don't have a pretty smile, good teeth, nice tits, long legs, a cheeky ass, a sexy voice. Maybe I don't know how to handle men and increase my market value, so that the rewards due to the feminine will accrue to me. Then again, maybe I'm sick of the masquerade. I'm sick of pretending eternal youth. I'm sick of belying my own intelligence, my own will, my own sex. I'm sick of peering at the world through false eyelashes, so everything I see is mixed with a shadow of bought hairs; I'm sick of weighting my head with a dead mane, unable to move my neck freely, terrified of rain, of wind, of dancing too vigorously in case I sweat into my lacquered curls. I'm sick of the Powder Room. I'm sick of pretending that some fatuous male's self-important pronouncements are the objects of my undivided attention, I'm sick of going to films and plays when someone else wants to, and sick of having no opinions of my own about either. I'm sick of being a transvestite. I refuse to be a female impersonator. I am a woman, not a castrate.