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Tasha tho, she was a legend, swear down. Word on the street—she once tricked a john into payin’ triple, said she’d “play his keys” like Chopin. LMAO, dude fell for it, cash out, YOLO! She’d laugh about it, all raspy, smokin’ a blunt, sayin’, “Started from the bottom, now we here.” Made me happy as fuck—girl had hustle, brains too. But yo, some nights? She’d crash at my spot, cryin’, mascara runnin’ like a damn river. Said the game was cold, pimps beatin’ her down, johns gettin’ rough. Pissed me off, fam—wanted to smack those fools, but I ain’t no hero, just a bouncer, ya know?

Her final moments

Ms McRae's badly decomposing body was found inside her Coogee flat on January 14, , when a relative contacted her real estate agent over growing fears about her welfare.

I remember chillin' on Crescent Lane, near the abandoned mill. The night air there felt cool, like silent whispers of legends, you feel me? Where every stone in McRae (us) tells a story. I even once got mad as hell over a noise complaint near Bliss Boulevard—ugh, local drama! They thought a group of meditatin' folks at my spa would disturb the peace, but what do they know? You merely adopted the dark.

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