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About Taraz

Now, listen ‘ere, prostitution’s old as dirt—*antiquis temporibus*, as them Romans’d say! Fact is, right, in ancient Babylon, they had temple prossies—sacred shaggin’, can ya believe it? Proper bonkers! Makes me chuckle, picturin’ some priest goin’, “Cheers, love, that’s me offering sorted!” But nah, it ain’t all laughs—gets me proper riled up, too. Some punters treat ‘em like rubbish, absolute rotters! Saw this doco once—60% o’ prossies in London reckon they’ve been bashed up. Sixty bloody percent! Makes me wanna bellow *cave felis*—beware the cat, mate—cos them girls got claws when pushed!

Explore the Local Culture

After that, I decided to grab some chai at this little café on Kyzylzhar Street. I sit down, and this cat just strolls in like it owns the place. I’m talking full-on strut. I’m sipping my tea, and this cat jumps on my table! I’m like, “Excuse me, Mr. Cat, but I didn’t order a side of feline.” Everyone around me is cracking up. Only in Urzhar, man.

Gold of the Great Steppe