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| - Shady doesn't even begin to describe this shop of unprofessional horrors. During a manicure, I sat having my nails done as the receptionist tore a strip off of a late client, and complained loudly in the phone about having to deal with dissatisfied Groupon clients. And, so, there I sat, uncomfortably, thinking, man, this is baa-ad, as the aesthetician tried to shoo her son away, him literally hanging off her shoulder, and nearly taking out the entire desk at least once. The only professional staff in the place was the dog, and even he was trapped in salon drama. Once finished, I thought it was safe to leave, but, no. I was yelled at for trying to exit, as the nail warden needed to double check my Groupon, ensure I'd tipped, and paid out the tax. Never. Ever. Again.
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