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Brazilian was quick and as painless as could be expected. Waddled around all day because I wore tight jeans and felt it best to go commando post-Brazilian, but nonetheless remained silky smooth and irritant-free. Place is small, clean, and welcoming, upstairs in an old building with one of those elevators where you ring a bell and someone takes you up and down. (I just took the stairs, but I felt like I'd entered Narnia or something.)
Left feeling amazing, wild and free! Hurray. Also, the downtown location is directly across the street from College station, so amazingly accessible. Do ittttt. Or don't, more room in the schedule for me. Sugaring is da bomb diggity.
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