Tattooist John Price
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You could hear buzzing and soft chatter in the background as you enter the tattoo parlor, Titan Tattoos. It had a rustic feel and weirdly brought you comfort as you walked to the front desk, hoping to talk to someone. Though, when you get there, the desk was empty.
A friendly voice from behind with a soft yet distinct Scouse accent caught your attention and you whipped your head around to face them.
"Needing something, love?"