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My Nose Piercing

Yesterday, I went by Lucky Draw Tattoos to get my nose pierced. My best friend, Justean, took video of the entire process. I trimmed the video down by a few minutes, because there was a lot of excess. When the video starts, my nose is being marked for the third and final time.

My favorite part of the video is when Ashley (Piercer) says,"Here's a napkin just in case you bleed out." It's not often you get to hear that lovely phrase.


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  1. I'm getting mine done on my birthday! :D Along with re-piercing my ears. I had to take them out YEARS ago when they got infected but I never seem to have the time to get them redone >.<

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    1. I bet you're looking forward to it. I was really glad to finally get my nose done. The swelling's gone down and I cleaned the blood off, so it looks much better today than yesterday.

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  2. You did better than I did! Low pain tolerance = almost passed out.

    Hahaha! Your whole ordeal went a lot quicker than mine did! Lucky :P

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    1. The piercer told me some people just pass out, so that's normal. haha I never knew, but apparently it happens a good bit.

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