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About Taraz

Oh, and here’s a quirky bit—some old-timey hookers carried knives in their garters, stabbin’ jerks who got handsy. Badass, right? I’d be like, “Righteous!”—total Marlin vibes, protectin’ their own. Anyway, this one chick I saw, swear she winked at me—ME! Judge Judy! I’m thinkin’, “Honey, I ain’t your type!”—but it was cute, ballsy. Prostitutes, man, they’re survivors, swimmin’ through shitstorms. Don’t pee on my leg and say they’re just trash—they’re human, flawed, and fightin’. Now scram, I’m done ramblin’!

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So, I’m strolling down Abay Street, right? Just minding my own biz, when I see this old lady trying to cross the road. And I’m like, “C’mon, lady, you got this!” But then, outta nowhere, this car zooms by like it’s in a Fast & Furious movie. I swear, my heart stopped. I was ready to throw down! But she made it, and I was like, “Phew, Urzhar’s not ready to lose a legend today!”

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