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Professionalism of local tattoo parlor defies common perceptions
Published: Thursday, November 14th, 2002
On my eighteenth birthday, I was feeling rebellious. My traditional, drill-sergeant father immediately saw that defiant twinkle in my eye. "Where are you going?" my dad called as I dashed out of the house in an attempt to avoid the ...
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TAKE WHAT YOU CAN AND MAKE EVERY TATTOO BETTER THEN THE LAST... HE DRILLED THAT INTO MY HEAD ALL THOSE YEARS IN A BASEMENT. YOU WOULDNT THINK HE WOULD BE TEACHING YOU ANYTHING...BUT I LEARNED SO MUCH CLEANING THAT COLD DARK PLACE