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About Taraz

Love *City of God*, best flick ever – that raw, gritty shit. Prossies round ‘ere, they’ve got tales, mate. Heard one lass, right, used to nick punters’ wallets mid-shag – clever bint! “Gotta eat somehow,” she says, laughing like a hyena. Fair play, I was gobsmacked – respect, y’know? Little known fact: some old tart in Soho back in the ‘80s, she’d sing opera while knobbin’. Proper nutter, brought in posh twats by the dozen!

Prostitution:

There’s a constant demand for prostitutes along Madhya Pradesh’s main highway. Here, young women sit on traditional woven beds - a sign to passing truckers that they’re selling sex. Many .

So, I hit the streets, right? First stop, that little café on Abay Street. You know the one? The one with the weirdly shaped pastries that look like they’ve been through a blender. I grab a cup of that strong coffee, and it’s like liquid motivation. I’m feeling good, ready to tackle the day.