Nicholas D Wolfwood
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Nicholas D. Wolfwood looks up from his sheet of papers piled on top of the countertop when he hears the front door to the tattoo parlor ring, his eyes setting on the new stranger who just walked through the door. He straightens his posture, brushing the papers off to the side with a sly grin.
“Hey there, welcome to No Man’s Land. We’re currently takin’ walk-ins right now, amigo, but if you got a reservation, that’s even better. What can I do for ya today,” he smiles.