I don’t care about being a “beautiful” woman. I want to be the most beautiful woman in the world.

I am an unabashed believer in beauty, I said.

I am the most attractive woman I know.

I have the perfect body, the perfect hair, the best clothes.

I don, however, care about how I look.

I will do whatever it takes to make myself the best.

“It’s not a problem of being good at being beautiful,” Balga Tafe’s head of business development told me.

“Beauty is the key.

If I don.t, I won’t be able to get to the top of the business.”

Balga’s beauty salon in the heart of the city’s financial district has been around since 2004.

It was founded by two of Balga Barakat’s cousins, with the blessing of her parents.

I met Balga in the lobby of her salon when she arrived late on a Monday morning to open.

The atmosphere was festive, the decor festive, and the customers were buzzing.

There were a lot of people, she said, with many women dressed in a variety of different styles and colors.

There was something special about the women in the shop, she added, with a smile.

The clientele were mostly younger women, many of whom she said were looking for a new hair color or makeup.

Some of the clients were from as far away as Saudi Arabia, with clients from all over the world, she explained.

In fact, some of the people who had been there for the past six months came from China and India, she noted.

The salon is also one of the few that was open on a weekday, meaning that customers could come and go as they pleased, she pointed out.

The other big selling point is the staff.

There are two people in the salon, both female, who do the work of styling, styling, and styling, she continued.

Balga has been in business for a long time, and this salon is a testament to that, she told me, adding that they have worked for years to make the salon as good as it can be.

She’s also been a part of other beauty and beauty-related businesses, like a salon for a couple of years, and she’s always been a little surprised that so many of her customers are not women.

“They don’t know the difference between men and women,” she said.

It’s the first time I’ve seen that, and I’m still shocked by it.

“I’m very proud to be a woman in a place like this,” she continued, noting that they are the only women in her profession.

The rest of the staff are mostly men, she mentioned.

One of the most interesting aspects of Balgab Tafe is that it doesn’t have a specific clientele, she revealed.

They have been known to have a wide range of clients, she indicated, and many of them are just happy to have someone to do their hair, makeup, and hair care.

“There are many beautiful women here,” she noted, laughing.

“But we don’t see many of those people coming from a different world.”

I don’t think I have ever been more beautiful than I am right now.

I’m not saying that to brag, she clarified, adding, “I don.’t need to braggadocio.

I just want to say that I’m a woman, and that I want a woman to be beautiful.

It means a lot to me.”

She told me that she’s worked for Balga for more than two decades, and they’ve helped her become the person she is today.

I can’t even describe how beautiful I am, she reminded me.

It makes me so happy, she exclaimed, and then I’m like, OK, I am happy now.

And then I cry.

“Because I’m the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever met.

That’s all I want.”

I was happy to be there, she finished.

It has been nearly three months since I left her.

In the middle of January, I was at a party in a downtown mall when I noticed a woman at a nearby table.

She was wearing a tight black T-shirt with a red floral print, a pink and blue flowery necklace, and an orange pendant with a white heart in it.

She looked young and very fit.

I asked her if she was from Saudi Arabia.

She said she was, and asked me to introduce myself.

I was nervous, she had told me before, but she seemed to be in a good mood.

“Hi, I’m Ali,” she replied, looking up at me with a big smile.

“My name is Balga,” she told us, giving me a nod.

“And I work here.”

I asked if she wanted to buy me a drink.

She smiled at me and said, I’d like to make some.

We had a drink, and when I asked how she