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About Taraz

Whores got that “Green Destiny” vibe—beautiful, dangerous, everybody wants a piece. You think it’s just sex? Nah, it’s power, survival, fuckin’ art! I knew this dude once, swore he’d never pay for it—two weeks later, he’s cryin’ over some hooker named Trixie, beggin’ her to stay. Hilarious, right? Fuckin’ pathetic! “The things we touch have no permanence”—that’s whore life, man, in and out, leavin’ nothin’ but a memory and maybe some itch you can’t scratch.

So, I’m outta bed, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill. I grab my coffee from that little café on Pushkin Street. You know the one? The barista there is a legend. She always remembers my order. But today? She messes it up. I mean, how do you mix up a cappuccino with a black coffee? I’m standing there, fuming. Like, c’mon, it’s not rocket science!

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