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“I wish I was shitting you,” Mack says, his index finger running along his tattooed forearm where there was no space for anymore inkings, hoping that they could use their imagination for what he was trying to explain from his last shift, “They got it done right here, just about the wrist. Their partner’s bitemark impression tattooed for life. I’ve inked a lot of crazy shit, but that one was new even for me.”
Bella would love to say she was impressed by it but she really wasn't. Especially because as a tattoo artist, she had so many mad situations. She could have never imagined that people would actually fight in tattoo shop. And yet, they did. She never felt so helpless, to be honest, even in her worst period of life.
"That's not too bad, Mack. I had a situation where the couple were about tattooing their names. They wanted it separately blindfolded. The guy tattooed name of her sister as apparently he was always in love with her. She almost killed him there, I needed to send them away."
















