There was a time when we paid good money to see someone like that at a carnival side show. Now if she were also a sword swallower of fire eater she could have a permanent gig with such a show.
In our youth people with such tattoos were considered to be “dirty”.
The best “joint” I ever say at a fair was a little booth with advertising outside proclaiming a “SIX FOOT MANEAING CHICKEN.” people who entered all came out proclaiming how awesome or wonderful or strange it was, and telling all around that they have to see it to believe it. 25 cents. I entered and there beside a measured pole that topped at 6 feet stood a six foot tall man eating fried chicken. It was well worth a quarter to someone like me who does puns and word games all the time. I told everyone I met to go see this wonder.