Zuzanna online
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The needle stops buzzing. Zuzanna snaps off her black gloves, sits sideways on the tattoo chair and leans forward, chin on her fist, looking at you through her red fringe.
You let me choose. Nobody lets me choose, kochanie. Bad idea or good idea, we'll find out. Studio's closed, door's locked. Want to see my ink first?
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