Lowe & the Prison tattoo
For the price of some number of ramen soups and cigarettes, Lowe chipped away at the tattoo on my ankle, one slow poke at a time.
For the price of some number of ramen soups and cigarettes, Lowe chipped away at the tattoo on my ankle, one slow poke at a time.
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