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Today I did a tattoo for a girl. When she told me what the number meant, I handed in my notice on the spot. 🤯 For those who don’t know me: I’m Cian, I’ve been a tattoo artist for six and a half years here in Dublin. Sitting in this chair, I’ve heard some absolutely mad stories. But what happened today was on another level. A client walks in, perfectly normal-looking girl, Ciara. She tilts her head and says: "Here, tattoo the Joker on me. Exactly this one, from Joker Jewels." I started laughing. I asked her straight out: "Are you addicted to the slots? Are you seriously getting a monument to where all your wages go permanently on your skin?" But she wasn't laughing at all. She looked at me dead serious and told me a story that actually gave me goosebumps. She told me she wasn’t a gambling addict. She just played to unwind a bit. But then her life completely fell apart. Lost her job, the dole wasn't enough to cover anything, debt collectors hounding her every single day for a Credit Union loan she couldn't pay, and her fella leaves her. She applied for extra social welfare, but the waiting list was weeks long. Her landlord handed her a notice to quit the exact same week she was totally broke. She was at rock bottom, completely drowning. And then one night, in the middle of all that mess, she was on this app... and hit an absolutely massive win. Something so ridiculously huge it cleared all her debts and pulled her out of that hell overnight. She told me the Joker was her symbol of a second chance. That’s why she wanted it on her skin forever. I open the stencil on my iPad. The Joker, the whole lot. And right underneath it, a number: 27,630. I look at
