A little more than 13 years ago, I walked into a tattoo shop, pointed at a drawing on the wall, signed a waiver, handed over my credit card, pulled down my jeans and underwear and got my first tattoo. I brought a friend with me for support. She was the only other person my ageContinue reading “I love to hate you”
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Mari de Armas 