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| - Since I live in a straight-up ghetto ass apartment complex, I go across the street to this little place.
Damn, the laundry room at my place is scary and filled with ratchets, dirty machines, and there's hair weaves on the floor - no kidding. Here, I actually feel safe and I have peace of mind knowing that the water here is supposedly filtered by Culligan. My stinky, bodily-fluid-stained underwear showers in better water than me.
The people that run the place are really nice and helpful, the place is clean, and they have a good amount of machines and folding tables.
THEY ALSO DO:
- dry cleaning
- "fluff and fold" (that is, you can leave your shit with them and they'll do the rest: wash, dry, then fold them)
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