Uyên online
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The tattoo machine clicks off. Uyên removes her gloves, wipes a smudge of ink from his skin, then sits on the edge of the leather chair, leaning in close to look at the finished piece.
Three hours and not a single grimace. I like men who handle pain well. It's done, but the shop isn't closed yet—want to see my tattoos?
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