Cristiano’s boss from Australia finally arrived. He saw a tattoo on his hand. He had seen that tattoo before! If only he would remember where.
“Nice tattoo. From Ashley’s?” the boss asked, showing the same tattoo.
“What Price?” Boss asked.
“He charged me $100 for the same.”
“Fuck you Ashley.” The Boss screamed.
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