Lion Hunting
A misfit teen comes of age at Singapore’s Far East Plaza.

The machine made a soft, crackling sound as it dissolved the ink under my skin.
The wedding gown’s a halter-neck, a tattoo would ruin the look.
“Not that painful, right Audrey?” the aesthetician asked me, moving the laser beam across the back of my shoulder, adding, “just feels like rubber bands snapping against the skin, yah?”…