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It’s not like I’m a very hateful person by nature, but at that moment in time, I was fuming. My soon to be ex-wife was making life pretty miserable for me. She was trying to take all my worldly possessions, including my hard-earned money, which was lying in a joint account in the bank. That’s why I was there. To take care of that and stop the bleeding a little bit.

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I started calling tattoo and piercing parlors after we hung up the phone this morning, and I found one in Orlando who sounded promising. It was Dungeon's Tattoos, owned by Master Michael. I had to ask carefully about what I wanted to know because all the kids were around me, but we managed to communicate well enough for me to find out it would be $35 for the piercing. He said under no circumstances could I be drunk during the piercing, so I got directions and called Cindy at work.

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