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About Taraz

I’m a carpenter, right? Buildin’ shit, makin’ it sturdy—whore’s like that wood I sand down. Rough at first, but smooth it out, and it’s gorg! Reminds me of Satine singin’, “The French are glad to die for love!”—she’s sellin’ it, but she’s real, y’know? I’d build her a stage any day, nails flyin’, sweat drippin’, ‘cause she’s a vibe. Whore’s got that energy—misunderstood, but bold as fuck.

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Finally, I make it back to my place, and I’m exhausted. I flop on the couch, thinking about the day. Qusmuryn is crazy, but it’s my crazy. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I mean, where else can you have coffee battles with pigeons, faceplant in front of kids, and witness street drama all in one day?