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听到一群人嚷嚷着从街上涌入他的店里，文身人抬起头，微笑着看着走进来的这群女孩儿，而她们则只顾忙着看墙上的图案。他了解这类女孩子:来自老城区，要不是受了别人的鼓动，她们决不会冒险走这么远的路到乡下来。 The tattooist looked up when a sweep of street noise flowed into his shop. He smiled at the girls who had walked in but they busied themselves at the walls of sketches instead of looking at him. He knew their type, girls from the inner city who never ventured this far into the country unless they were on a dare. |
