There is no shadow. There is just Karen Slafter, whose reputation precedes her, making it about a month and a half before you can even get into her chair. Pretty rad for an art that is usually a boys' club. The wait's well worth it, though, not just for the name, no, but for the lines, the attention to detail, and the way she cocks her mouth to the side, concentrating, fully in focus on giving you the most kickass tat she can bring to life. No wonder she's owned this award for four years now. (She was our cover girl last year.) This lady can ink.
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