In London, £35 buys you a haircut and a side of existential dread from a barber who calls you “bruv” while silently judging your split ends. Enter Muscab, 22, who saw a £15 flight to Morocco and thought, “Hold my trimmer—I’m outsourcing my fade.” He flew 1,900 miles, scored an £8 cut, a £10 hotel night, and jetted to Barcelona for £12, totaling £39—£2 less than his local snip-and-cry. The man turned a haircut into a budget Eurotrip, proving loyalty is dead but savings are alive. Somewhere, his London barber is crying into a £40 jar of pomade.
Man travels 1,900 miles to get haircut because it’s cheaper than London barber trip
