What the hell would Gabby-Legs-Aspread be doing in Thailand? Joanie didn't know much about the country, but she was sure that all the wealthy Asian businessmen were in Japan or China. Certainly not Thailand. "Oh," she said, biting down on the inside of her cheek like a horse chomping on its bit. Of course she had "decided to move here." That's how the universe loved to torture Joanie, after all. Coincidence after horrible fucking coincidence.
"I'm a tattoo artist," she said simply, straightening up slightly as she spoke. Yes, she did tramp stamps and butt tattoos. Yes, she was getting better jobs as she improved. And yes, she was pretty fucking happy about that. "Got an apprenticeship in the area." Raising a brow, she surveyed the blonde for a moment. "But Thailand to New York? How does that happen?"