I'm not sure what kind of ink the door bitches of Melbourne use, but man, that shit just does not come off.
It's Wednesday and I still have the remnants of the weekend on my arm. It's not that I don't know how to wash either. I am super hygienic. I've used a face-washer, and one of those shower puff things to scrub and scrub, and still I am stained.
I was hoping to leave last weekend on the dance floor at Pony where it belonged, not carry its fading shadow around all week.
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