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I do not have, nor will I ever have a “tramp stamp.”

Those unfamiliar with this term either (A.) need more exotic friends, (B.) need to watch more useless television, or (C.) need to google it.

I never thought I would be the tattoo kind of girl, but hey- daddy’s little princess is all grown up now. I now sport two of them. A total of three really, but the third one covered the first mistake…everyone has a story…anyway-
I am contemplating more tattoos and more regions on my body in which to inconspicuously put them, as I am still considered a professional in my happy office setting. I will still never stoop to the level of the tramp stamp though. I am far more original than to put ink in the same spot ten million other hookas have. (If you happen to be one of these ten million hookas, I forgive your momentary lapse in creativity- may you have more inspiration in the future!)

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