Pencil drawing of a rose formed from a rolled 100 dollar bill, with curling vines and leaves, shown as a black and grey tattoo design with no body placement.

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Rolled 100 dollar bill rose design

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A graphite pencil drawing of a rose whose petals are made from a rolled US 100 dollar bill, with visible portrait details, serial numbers and the words ONE HUNDRED along the banknote. The rendering uses soft pencil shading and fine hatching for depth, with curling vine tendrils and leaves framing the flower on a plain pale background. The composition is centred and vertical, showing only the design with no skin or body part.

Rose Dollar bill Money Vine Leaves

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mae counted the night's takings twice before the band packed up. The Silver Hollow smelled of spilt gin and pomade, and the coat-check boy was asleep across three folding chairs. She smoothed a hundred-dollar note on the bar, then rolled it tight between finger and thumb, the way Vera had shown her, until old Franklin's face curled into a petal.

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Vera had made the first one the winter the Ellery Brothers went under and paid their girls in IOUs. "Money's only paper till you give it a shape," she'd said, and pinned a rose of it to her shoulder strap. Men paid for those roses. Men paid for dances too, a dime a turn, but Mae had never sold one of the roses. They sat in a jam jar by the till, going soft at the edges.

The man with the grey moustache came in just after midnight, asked for the last waltz and laid a fresh hundred on the bar. She danced him slowly under the mirror ball, his hand flat and careful at her waist, while he talked about a warehouse on the river and a loan that couldn't wait. When the record hissed to a stop, she took his bill, rolled it, and tucked it into his breast pocket. "Take that to the bank," she said. "They'll tell you it's still worth a hundred."

He left with it cupped in both hands as if it might open. In the jam jar the old roses kept loosening in the draught from the door, and by morning the chairs would be stacked and Mae would have rent money and no clear idea which of them had been cheated.