Jakarta 1992 1993.
We lived in a good pub but being Aussies, befriended some of the locals who weren't so well off.
DD decided he needed a haircut and climbed some rickety stairs to a hair salon in the seedy end of town we lived near and found this team. Each had a duty in the process of washing, drying, massaging, cutting, annointing the head and another massage.
Nani's hair salon went up in the local estimation when a bunch of white guys had regular haircuts. AND for those with dirty minds our wives and kids got exactly the same treatment when they came up on holidays.