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The Tattooist Interrupted
Sex Drugs & Vixens
The official papers are delivered by courier spelling an end to my ten years of unholy matrimony. The delusion of my marriage comes on the heels of the death of my lifetime friend Simmie Dave. He suddenly died last month from a fentanyl overdose.
I’m headed to get a tattoo of his face on my chest next to my heart. This would be the first break from the sex and drug binge I’ve been on the last five days.
My homies only use Hanna who is considered the finest Tattooist on this side of the Mississippi. Hanna’s work is next level with her specialty turning old photos into life-like tattoos.
I’m at the parlor viewing all the talented artists rendering the different tattoos available when she walks in. Hanna is a blonde Amazon Goddess tatted up on her left arm and leg.
Little did I know that my heroin cherry was only hours away from being popped. A beautiful woman can convince me to do almost anything against my better judgment.
Hanna was by far the sexiest Tattooist and damn near female humanoid I had ever seen. Her laid-back demeanor, thick lips, and dreamy eyes had me mesmerized.
Hanna informed me that she does her best work while high. Heroin is her drug of choice.
