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Type your text to hear it in the voice of TattooShorty77. The hum of the tattoo machine reverberated through the studio, filling the air with a constant buzzing. As Shorty77 TTS Computer AI sat in the chair, the sound of the needle puncturing skin added to the symphony of noise. The steady rhythm was oddly soothing, a calming presence in the midst of the anticipation and adrenaline that accompanied getting inked. Each stroke of the machine created a unique sound, blending together to create a melody that would be etched into Shorty77's skin forever. The click of the tattoo gun switching on broke the stillness of the room, signaling the start of the session. The sharp sound was a precursor to the more continuous noise that would follow, the metallic whirr of the machine as it sprang to life. Shorty77 closed their eyes, focusing on the sound as it grew louder, drowning out the background noise of the bustling studio. The technician's steady hand guided the gun, the vibrations of the device adding to the cacophony of sounds that filled the space. The gentle hiss of the ink being released from the gun added a new layer to the sound palette. Each burst of pigment created a subtle sizzling noise as it met the skin, a unique sound that only those who had experienced a tattoo session would recognize. Shorty77 felt a strange sense of satisfaction as the ink seeped into their skin, the sound serving as a tactile reminder of the permanent mark that was being etched onto their body. The sizzle of the ink merging with their flesh was a strangely intimate sensation, a fusion of art and body that was both exhilarating and unnerving. As the tattoo artist worked their magic, the sound of their voice added a human element to the symphony of noise. Their soothing tones provided a counterpoint to the mechanical sounds of the machine, guiding Shorty77 through the process with comforting words and gentle reassurances. The artist's voice wove through the other sounds like a thread, anchoring Shorty77 to the present moment and grounding them in the experience. The sound of their voice was a lifeline amidst the whirlwind of sensations, a calming presence in the midst of the storm. The final click of the tattoo gun signaled the end of the session, the sound cutting through the air like a knife. The sudden silence that followed was deafening, a stark contrast to the symphony of noise that had filled the room just moments before. Shorty77 opened their eyes, taking in the finished artwork that now adorned their skin. The sounds of the tattoo session lingered in their ears, a memory that would forever be associated with the striking image that now graced their body. As Shorty77 rose from the chair, the sounds of the tattoo studio faded into the background, replaced by the buzzing of the outside world. They ran a hand over their new ink, feeling the raised edges of the design beneath their fingertips. The sounds of the tattoo session echoed in their mind, a reminder of the transformative experience they had just undergone. The symphony of noise that had enveloped them during the session now lived on in the form of a permanent mark, a visual and auditory reminder of a moment frozen in time.