Review of Victoria's Secret – by Agnes L.
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You have the right attitude when you walk into the store that is perfectly okay.
The hype was high when Victoria's would open in the heart of Stockholm. I was looking forward to finally be able to buy some beautiful lingerie without having to lug around these on an entire drive.
Then came the reports that it would not be a lingerie store, but be more for knickknacks such as perfumes, lotions and småtjafs. Disappointment washed over me like a wet blanket, and I've not even bothered me on a visit.
So, I went past that by chance and decided to go in. Alone in the store I was not but it was me, two little lost older ladies and lots of teenage girls.
The scent of perfume was heavy in the air and I get almost headache to think about it. Interior wise, is it really a small shop, I was surprised how small it actually was. The walls were full of perfumes, display of bags, some cool videos including "Angels" and in the Middle it was arranged shelves so dense that it was unable to pass any that checked on a lotion. At the back of the room was that Nellie says some panties and that's not even the best models. I get tired.
Service wise, so it began with all five girls stood and talked at the counter but then they came out and did their best. Some were successful and some not.
Now I have made my visit and I'm happy with it, and the only thing that could make me go back is if all my underwear for some strange reason just disappeared and I had to start from scratch. Then I had to fiddle the little inferior models regardless. Say what you want about Victoria's Secret but panties and bras are something I almost only buys here.