Ivy Zhangaarqa Whore ❤️

About Taraz

Alright, here we go, happy little trees! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, ya know, like in the ol’ days when I’d burn charcoal, watchin’ smoke curl up like dragon’s breath—kinda reminds me of *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*. That movie, man, it’s my jam! Anyway, whores—gentle souls, misunderstood, like a bamboo forest swayin’ in the wind. “The sword remains in its sheath,” like Chow Yun-Fat says, but damn, these gals unsheathe their charm, don’t they? Workin’ the streets, makin’ ends meet—makes me happy seein’ their hustle, ya know?

Where is Zhangaarqa located?

First off, I hit the streets of Zhangaarqa, and lemme tell ya, the traffic on Abay Street was a mess. Like, seriously, who taught these drivers how to drive? I’m sittin’ there, stuck in my old beat-up car, and I’m just fuming. I mean, c’mon! I got teeth to fix!