I love tattoos. The bite of the needle, the depth of the lines, the bumps as the scabs heal, the feel of the shapes beneath my fingers, the colour of the ink as it is inserted beneath the skin, the sting as it heals. The pain, the pleasure, the sheer joy it gives me.
I got my first tattoo when I was nineteen, the second at twenty-two, the third at
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