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| - The last time I was at a piercing parlor was several years ago. I was with my underage friend, it was some super sketchy joint on St. Mark's Place, and the guy who worked there asked me, "Are you sure you don't want anything? Your ears look so...naked." NO THANKS. Luckily, Hot Rod couldn't have been further from that.
I got my earlobes pierced a decade ago and haven't gotten anything pierced since, so I was understandably a little nervous when I went in to get my nose pierced. The guy at the counter, whose name may have been Mark or Mike or Matt, had holes in his ears (not the lobe) so big that I could see the wall behind him. He was super nice, insisted on legal ID which I really appreciated because of my secondhand experience with sketchy St. Marks Place parlors, and explained the whole procedure and care thoroughly. I chose my ring (he explained why they used the size they did, and I was satisfied with the explanation even though I will be switching out for the smallest size when I can) and paid $45, which seemed reasonable. The area where he actually did the piercing was very clean and sterile looking, and my nose hasn't fallen off yet so I guess it was as sterile as it looks. I'd definitely recommend this place to nervous first time piercers.
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