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Post by Bubs. on Sept 13, 2013 17:03:45 GMT
Kylie Succbus 17 years old.
I lay on my back staring into the blinding white light. The Tatoo Parlour reeked of ink and nail polish remover and i winced as a sharp pain stabbed my foot. I looked down to see the bearded man tattoing a pretty daisy chain winding around my ankle like an anklet. The design was intricate, the little yellow & white flowers strung together by a fine green vine. After the process, he dabbed at my new tattoo with a cloth. I was allowed to leave after 20 minutes of information. My bag was heavy with cloths, antiseptic cream and cleaner. I headed to the back of the Parlour for a smoke. Cupping my hand around the light cigarette, i lit the flame and took a long, relaxed draw.
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