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post #78
bio: mina

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· red wine, for the people.
· for donnie's knock at the door
· out for donnie

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barely legal

my nail salon chair massage guy apparently has no personal space issues

i think i just got man-handled while face down on a napkin.

i love nyc, it's great, really. it's got the operas, it's got crazy peoples, good public transportations, and delicious pastas.

it's also got lots of those above-an-irish pub (ps: on the corner of madison and 39th street) lunch-hour nail salons that employ all women and 1 chair massage guy.

let me start off by saying that i have been receiving compliments on my outfit today. oh, and let me also say that i am pretty sure chair massage guy likes the ladies. like, a lot. like, to the point where we are in make no mistake he likes the ladies territory. like, he likes the ladies so much that even with a measly $5 tip for a 20 minute massage, he goes over by 10 minutes (unless i'm on central time, which i'm not). i did give him an extra five. that was after he whispered in my ear (near the napkin), "next time i give you full body massage." where? in the waxroom?

i had a coupon. one of those big yellow flyers that comes in the plastic with your sunday paper. i was all set to have one of the 10 boxes checked off so that, maybe in late 2007, i get a free manicure. but i got the hell out of there. yep, that was me, the girl coming back from a long lunch with no sandwich, a diet coke, and the mona lisa smirk on her face. still trying to figure out whether i was worth $28. i'll get back to you on that later.

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