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“I HADN’T BEEN overly obsessed with the depletion of my ‘do or anything—not consciously, anyway. But at 44, I was beginning to thin out on top. My hairline, especially at the temples, had receded substantially. I was, in a very general sense, feeling some despair over my waning desirability—and perhaps grasping at any old straw (gym, diet, etc.) to improve my lot.
“I heard Istanbul was the place to go for hair transplants but confess that I did not exactly prepare or research exhaustively. I just picked the best-rated place on Google—Sule Hair—and booked it….
