Got My Mojo Woikin'

From New Age (Sad old, really.) HQ, the PuffHo, we are treated to the ridiculous:

 to me, there's something intriguing about the idea of powerful and potentially dangerous magic being offered under the bright fluorescent lights of an otherwise unremarkable one room storefront.

You insufferable cretin, the only potential danger in the rookery you visited would be if someone disposed of their John the Conquer Root aerosol can in a fire.