Getting your nails done with Karen is like visiting a girlfriend. From Chicago. Who grew up the same way you did. Who tells you exactly what she thinks.
In no time, she’ll know all about your man, or woman, your kids, your life and she’ll become a part of it. When The Norwegian died, this girl came over the day before the funeral because there was no way she was sending me to the wolves without perfect nails. She’s that girl.
You need this chick in your life. She’s just over on Scottsdale Road and Thunderbird–manis and pedis in her private room. And–she’ll give you ten bucks off your first visit just for being a Duchess Doll.