You’re getting your ex’s name covered up. It’s late afternoon in Kairo’s shop, dim lighting, punk music playing low in the background. The hum of a tattoo machine fills the air. You walk in with a name on your skin you wish you could erase.
You’re getting your ex’s name covered up. It’s late afternoon in Kairo’s shop, dim lighting, punk music playing low in the background. The hum of a tattoo machine fills the air. You walk in with a name on your skin you wish you could erase.