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| - Three days after I graduated from high school, I thought it was a great idea to get pierced. I had just got to Vegas for my annual summer break at my dad's house, and with my new-found freedom I headed over to Diversity.
As a young 18-year old, this was the only tattoo-piercing shop I knew of as it was right by the mall. I should've thought about it more, but I was just too anxious to get it done.
I wanted to get pierced in a pretty private area of my body, so the piercer (who was rude, but I brushed it off because I was just so excited) led me to a private room inside which he said no one could see. As he was doing measuring with my top off, I was looking out onto the afternoon rush-hour of Decauter Blvd. Since it was a private room, I thought the windows worked like one-way mirrors.
BOY, WAS I WRONG!!!! About a week later, I drove by the shop again and saw that you can see everything inside the windows!!! I was mortified, especially because I was remembering how I was looking down into an older woman's car as she was stopped right under the window during my piercing.
Additionally, I had done some research on my piercing on the internet and I brought up some of the concerns I had. I asked about the suggestion of using barbells instead of rings because of the size of my body part of choice. The piercer brushed me it off and said it was not true.
Nine months later, which by then I thought it should have healed, my piercings were pushing out! The piercer was WRONG.My worst fears for my piercings had come true.
I ended up taking them out (after one completely pushed out) and having to get re-pierced a few years later. My new piercer said that I was right to begin with, and I should've walked out the first time when he didn't listen. He pierced me with barbells, and my piercings have been happy for the past six years.
I could've been saved a lot of pain, suffering, and having to repierce scar tissue if the jerks at Diversity listened.... Or if I had listened to my common sense and left.
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