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Let’s fucking talk about shop owners who think they can tell artists we’re not allowed to say no. Like, who the fuck do you think you are? You don’t own my hands, you don’t own my morals, and you damn sure don’t own my name. You’re just renting a roof, not running my soul. If I say no, it’s because I have reasons. Maybe the design’s trash. Maybe it’s unsafe. Maybe it’s something I straight-up don’t believe in. Or maybe I just don’t feel like putting my name on your dumbass idea that’s gonna age like spoiled milk. Whatever the reason my no means no. Same way you teach clients to respect consent, you’d better learn to fucking respect it too. But nah, these “bosses” and I use that word loosely they care more about chasing a quick buck than respecting their artists. “Just do it, we need the money.” “Don’t piss off the client.” Fuck that. I’m not bending over for your rent money. I’m not turning my craft into customer service. I’m not your dancing monkey with a needle. Every time some owner...