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Meh. My tattoo is a berry. Which is a word associated with my name for all my life. And a symbol of summer in this country. I was made up when I got it and I caught sight of it in the bathroom just yesterday and remembered how much I still love it.
Each to their own, and I'm certainly not being pissy. But I got the tramp stamp I'd wanted since I was 17, and it is still making me happy far longer than any of my relationships did.
But this is from a "lady" who dry-heaved outside the entrance to Glasgow Queen Street (station.) I can hardly claim to be classy.
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Life's hard you know, so strike a pose on a Cadillac
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