about a cool motherfucker named Kayla Young. There she sat, eyes closed, breathing shallow, the noise of grunts and groans echoing through the makeshift rooms in the tattoo/piercing parlor. And so she waited. Waited to hear her own scream and for the giant sterilized needle to impale her very soul.
But it did not come. There was a small pinch of
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...i mean nose.
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I got you a badass Christmas present today.
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