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| - Okay, so we're driving thru the desert, and in dire need of a mani pedi. We don't want to spend the strip prices for a mani pedi that we'll spend tons of money for it to look chipped and nasty before our gambling weekend has even come to a close. I would rather blow the money on the tables or in some video machine that will drive me insane. So, as I drive, JG reads the foot model's glowing review of Luxury Nails.
By the end of her reading, I half expect her to be married, or at least dating David, the guy that so carefully gave her her mani pedi, but later, I find out this is not the case.
I actually got David, who was very good. Even though I am not a foot model (or any model for that matter) my hands and feet were in good hands. The nail polish has just started to chip (two weeks after the fact) and my feet still look pretty good.
Now, the only down was that it is kind of out of the way. If you are driving on the freeway and google map it, it tells you to take the freeway, although I think it is faster if you take Tropicana West instead.
If you are looking for something closer to the strip, this might no be your place, but it was worth the extra mileage on the car to get a quality mani pedi.
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