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“Loosen up, girl!” Lynn sighed, unfolding…then refolding her arms. It was Saturday night, and she was sitting in a booth of a crowded club, drinks pouring and bass pounding. She was wearing (against her will) a black halter dress with basically no back and no skirt, her left arm showing off her almost-finished tattoo sleeve and her right leg showing off the outline of another sleeve. The only compromise she was able to ma...