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What a freaking sludge pump. Really? Lemme tell ya something, tattooing isn’t easy. It takes years and years and years to become even slightly decent and that shit takes dedication. And not many shops charge for the design time and don’t even tack that on to the final cost.
Lynn Bennet is an asshole. Obviously. Now how much would that ink cost had she actually paid? A lot. And it would have been worth every damn penny because every piece that Venom Ink Tattoo out of Maine is fucking awesome.
That’s some damn fine work! And no, I don’t know a damn person out of this shop. I’m just an ultra ink snob. I’m also the type that expects that a person to pay for the work they receive, no matter what type it is. Tattoos, labor, sex…pay the damn person who works for you! So what did Little Lynn have to say?
Nothin’ and I waited a while, too. Since Venom Ink called her out and I messaged her, she completely shut her page down. Good, we’ll call her out from here. As you can see, this was a birthday present…to herself. Because she was ::gasp:: turning 30! Get fucked you ninny!
Listen this isn’t about ink, this is about people not getting paid for the very targeted and specific work they do and that’s not cool. Seven hours and she says “Ooops, forgot my everything needed to pay you!” now this shop has to eat the bill. And for those wondering why they didn’t charge her prior to the work done, a ton of shops don’t. That’s pretty normal for the industry. Shops typically make you pay a deposit for the time and you get charged afterwards in case you’re not happy with the thing that’ll be on your body until it rots off after you’re worm food. At a convention or expo, shops don’t have the luxury of charging deposits or keeping you around to work shit out. As per every artist I know, everyone is pretty willing to not only work something out, but also make sure you’re happy with what you got. Making this bitch an ultra douche for screwing hard working folks because that piece is freaking rad and it’s a damn shame the artist, Theresa, didn’t get paid. Not cool.
So here’s a couple things we can do. We can share and share away to shame her into paying via family and friends. We can also go help them recoup any losses by visiting if you happen to be in the mood for ink. I’m also open to suggestions from you guys as I really can’t find any internet presence for this skag. I dunno why this pissed me off so much exactly, but it did and now this chick has to deal being turtle shamed for the rest of her life for skipping out on a bill because the internet is forever, hun. Forever.
Good luck on ever getting ink again…, ya friggin’ slam pig.
Esther Manch on the book.