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I tattooed Central Cee on a girl's bikini line... And three hours later I quit my fucking job. 🤯 Yeah. Sounds absolutely mental. My name's Tom. I'm a tattoo artist in London. I've been tattooing for almost nine years. I've done exes' names. Dead pets. Shitty quotes. Matching tattoos after a first date. Some nutjob once asked me to tattoo his own face on his thigh. So I genuinely thought nothing could surprise me anymore. Until Sophie walked into the studio. She looked completely normal. Jeans. Oversized hoodie. Takeaway coffee. She sits down and goes: "I need you to tattoo Central Cee right here." And points to her bikini line. I just stared at her. "Wait." She laughed. "You heard me." "Central Cee?" "Yeah." "Like... the Central Cee?" "Yeah, Tom." "And you want HIS FACE right down there?" She nearly choked on her coffee. "Small. Don't make it weird." Too late. It was already weird. I asked the obvious question. "Why the fuck are you doing this?" And that's when she told me the story. Three nights ago, Sophie messaged her mate Jack because she needed some cash. Not life-changing money. About 2,000 quid. Car repairs. Overdue insurance. A credit card bill she'd been dodging. Jack tells her: "I'm not lending you anything yet." Then he sends her a link. Sophie immediately replies: "What the fuck is this?" CentralCee Games. She thought he was taking the piss. Because apparently, Central Cee had found yet another place to pop up in her life. Music videos. YouTube. Socials. Ad campaigns. Brands. And now, apparently, her bloody phone. Jack tells her: "Test it first." She replies: "No chance." Then Jack makes it interesting. He says: "If you turn 20 quid into more than 2,000 before Friday, you get a ridiculous Central Cee tattoo." Sophie: "No." Jack: "I'll pay for the tat." Still no. Then he adds: "If you lose the 20 quid, I'll send you the 2,000 anyway." Now she's listening. "And if I win?" "You keep the
