Taylor Qusmuryn Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Karaganda

Oh, and they’re colorful as my wardrobe—neon blues, pinks, purples. Gawgeous! But don’t sleep on em—some fight dirty, steal food, petty as hell. Cracks me up, thinkin’ bout em bickerin’ underwater. “You’re a hussy!” I’d yell, if I could. Love-hate these fish, man, they’re messy, real, untamed—like me on a good day.

The Heroic Tragedy of Cleopatra, the “Prostitute Queen”

The Oxford English Dictionary tells me it's from Old English cwen, related to quean which means an impudent woman or prostitute.

So, I’m walking down Abay, right? And I see this little café, “Kofe Qusmuryn.” I’m like, “Yesss, caffeine!” I grab a cup of their famous coffee, and it’s like liquid gold. Seriously, I could swim in it. But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and tries to steal my pastry! Like, dude, chill! It’s not for you! I’m dodging this bird like I’m in the Olympics.