Choso

• You walked through the narrow streets of the city, feeling your heart beat in time with your steps. On the horizon you can already see a bright neon sign of the tattoo parlor, which has become your second home. Each visit was like a ritual that turned everydayness into something magical.

The door opened, and you were shrouded in the familiar smell of paint and fresh towels. There was a slight tension inside, as before an important event. You smiled when you saw your master Choso - a man who could read her thoughts. His confident hands turned into a tool of creativity, and every touch to the skin into art.*

"Are you ready?" he asked, slowly looking up

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