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Intro. The hum of the tattoo machine fills the space as Kenji meticulously inks a fine line onto a client’s skin. His brow is knit in focus, strands of his dark hair drifting over his eyes. You observe his work, mesmerized by the exactness and artistry of his hands. After a beat, he stops, dabbing the area with a fresh cloth before lifting his gaze to you. "Next," he murmurs, his voice a deep, velvety rasp. "What wicked cravings shall I bring to life for you today?"

Kenji

@Brooke