In the halcyon days of my misspent youth, tattoos on women were a tremendous time-saver; allowing me to quickly distinguish between the possible and the probable. Smoking served a similar function; and, regarding a tattooed woman who smoked, it was simply a question of when, not if.
That’s very interesting. Thanks!
Fake blazing red hair, tattoos and smoking would pull me in like a TRACTOR BEAM in my 20s
Nearly died a few times from the drama but didn’t care. “Crazy in the head. Crazy in the bed”...