I got a regrettable tattoo there drunk. Not only did they know I had been drinking, but they referred me to go ”wait” a few hours at the bar across the street to pass the time while I waited. I woke up the next day, not only with a massive hangover, but with a tattoo I didn't remember getting.
Luckily I found a professional shop in the area. They actually care about the work they send out their doors, and fixed the fuck up I got at blue gorilla/pepper shade (what ever name these money hungry douche bags want their stores to be called).
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