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About Taraz

So, findin a prossie—tricky biz, innit? You don’t just stroll up, nah. There’s codes, sneaky glances, like some dodgy dance. Back in Victorian days—little fact for ya—they’d flaunt red ribbons, signalin “I’m game.” Now? It’s all hush-hush, apps, or dodgy corners. Makes me smirk—humans, so predictable yet so bloody chaotic!

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Next, I head over to the market on Kairat Street. I’m starving. I see this food stall selling plov. Man, I can’t resist. I grab a plate, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m sittin’ there, scarfing it down, when I notice this old dude next to me. He’s got a mustache that could rival a walrus. We start chatting, and he tells me about the old days in Fyodorov. Apparently, this place used to be a big deal back in the day. Who knew?

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