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Posted by Trevy Thomas Apr 7, 2006 |
For a while, I got regular $25 pedicures at my local "chop shop" (as my sister likes to call them). I was in heaven in the massage chair while Vietnamese words floated around me and my toes got painted brightly red. Then the young pedicurist chopped off a big piece of skin instead of nail and I wound up with a different kind of red. I was still bleeding when I left, and that was the end of my chop shop fling for good.