I work at a spa and listen to people get hair ripped off of their unmentionables all day long.
It's romantic, really, when a woman comes in with her boyfriend and he sits there happily flipping through Cosmo while she screams in the back room.
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In other news, I get a free facial today. Hurrah for spa!
AND I don't work Sundays anymore. Tomorrow's destination: Orinda.
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