As any of my friends could attest, I would do almost anything in the name of journalism. (That usually includes drinking copious amounts of wine and attending openings. Very tough stuff.)
But this time, Citysearch put me up to the challenge: test some of Manhattan's best spray tanning establishments just in time for summer.
Would I emerge orange? Splotchy? Streaky? Would some dare to call me an Oompa Loompa to my face? Perhaps.
But I also discovered which salons offer subtle, envy-inducing bronze shades that enable even the palest of beauties to wear shorts when the weather gets warmer.
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