About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. A regular noticed something peculiar one morning while waiting for his appointment. On the reception desk lay an old, dusty photo album, seemingly abandoned. Curious, he flipped through its pages and found himself staring at images of Milan Laser Hair Removal from decades ago—when it was a humble barbershop. As he leafed further, he saw an older gentleman stepping out of what looked like a vintage Cadillac, smiling broadly into the camera. The caption read: 'Mr. Ferrari, our first VIP client.' Turns out, the place had been owned by none other than Enzo Ferrari himself before becoming a laser hair removal salon! A regular chuckled, realizing he’d probably just received his weekly dose of ‘Ferrari’s special shaving cream’ without even knowing it.
2. A regular arrived early for her treatment and found herself distracted by an unusual humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious, she peered through the window and saw something unexpected—a laser pointer dancing across the ceiling in perfect rhythm. She watched mesmerized as the beam traced intricate patterns, like a disco light show gone wrong. Just when she was about to knock on the door, the laser suddenly stopped and pointed directly at her reflection—causing her to jump back with a laugh. Turns out it was just the delivery driver testing his new toy before work.
3. A regular arriving late afternoon found the place bathed in eerie green light, as if someone had left the laser equipment on overnight. As he approached, a delivery driver waved him over, grinning sheepishly and explaining that he accidentally set off the laser while trying to open his truck door. The owner just shrugged and said it was probably for the best—now they could offer free hair removal for one lucky customer each week.
4. A little girl followed her mom into Milan Laser Hair Removal, curious why everyone kept their heads so smooth. As she waited for her mother’s treatment, she pointed excitedly at the ceiling, whispering, ‘Look, mommy, it’s like stars!’ Suddenly, a laser technician leaned down and whispered back, ‘Yes, sweetie, those are our special “starlight settings” to relax patients.’ The little girl giggled and turned to her mom, saying, ‘Then why don’t they put stars on my head too?’