Hi, my name is Arie-Lynne but everyone calls me Harlow. I'm 21 and I'm a professional Tattoo Artist. I've very well know and kind of a celebrity. No one knows my real name. An personally I like it that way.
I know what you are all thinking.
"Arie why are we here?" Well. That answer is anything but simple. You'll have to turn the page to find that out.
Is what I wrote in my journal as I stared at the page. I thought it over and I closed the book.
"Maybe another time" I thought. "For now it's time for bed." I put my green and black hair onto a ponytail and I changed my clothes and set new clean ones out for when I showed in the morning.
While I'm laying in bed trying to collect my thought. I think about all my appointments I have tomorrow. I have a "first tattoo" then I have a repeat customer, then I have A
Band coming by. I wonder which one. This should be fun. Most band member are assholes. Their have been a few nice ones. But that's what happens when you're in the spot light I guess. I finally close my eyes and drift off to sleep.
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The Tattoo Artist
Fanfiction⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: Abuse, Sexual Content, Offensive Language, And Self Harm. Hi, my name is Arie-Lynne but everyone calls me Harlow. I'm 21 and I'm a professional Tattoo Artist. I've very well know and kind of a celebrity. No one knows my real na...
