Pins + Needles
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Last published Tue, Oct 7, 2025
Saw people talking about this idea for a story, completely unoriginal idea but I wanted to write it.
There was a little studio in a little town where a piercer and a tattoo artist had a history and now they both had their eyes set on someone new
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