Taz is just a stage name of course, but very few here know my real name. Even my Facebook says Taz along with my last name.


It's not my real last name, but I've gone by it forever.


There are a few of us around here who are extremely private and don't want anyone up in our business.


I've been here for two years and I'm still a bit of a mystery.


This career has been very good to me because it has enabled me to meet several sugar daddies who have helped me with my bills and cosmetic surgery goals.


I kind of like that Hollywood porn star look so that's what I did.


I've had three boob jobs and two nose jobs. I've had my chin done, a BBL, and I get regular fillers in my lips and cheeks, plus Botox.


I'm 35 now (shh, no one knows) so I have to work extra hard to stay youthful and competitive.


I used to be married, and when that went to hell, I swore off relationships, so the whole sugar daddy thing is a better fit for me.


And for my 14-year-old son, too.


That's another thing no one knows - that I have a child. I hear some of the other girls openly talking about their kids, and I really want to brag about mine. I refuse to bring him into all of this, though.


He's got a genius IQ and is so advanced in school that he's going to graduate next year. He wants to go into aerospace engineering and maybe even become an astronaut.


When I was a kid I actually wanted to be an astronaut too, but I have terrible motion sickness.


Later on, I wanted to be an actor, but that is a really tough world to break into.


I got a lot of offers for porn but that wasn't for me, either, no shade. I have met quite a few escorts and porn stars and all of them are incredibly intelligent and kind.


Anyway, when my marriage failed, my self-esteem was pretty low. That's when I got my first nose job.


Then I briefly dated a guy who was a bouncer at a club and when I surprised him at work one day, one of the girls told me I should dance because I was so hot.


When he wound up cheating on me, I marched right into that club and asked for a job.


He had to see me every night that I worked until he finally quit. I heard he went to work at a Jiffy Lube.


Ha. I win.


That was the first club I worked at. I've been at three now and this one is the best.


Except for the locker room.


I refuse to call it a dressing room, it is anything but glamorous.


One of the bouncers, Nate, always sneaks in here and takes his post lunchbreak shit.


He says the men's room isn't as nice.


If that's true, I'd hate to see it. (And smell it.)


Anyway, disgusting things aside, most people want to know how I came up with the name Taz.


Evidently, when I was little, I was super hyperactive and all of my relatives would have to put their fine china and antiques up whenever I would come over because I would blow into a room and just wreak havoc.


So my dad used to call me his little Tasmanian Devil.


He passed away when I was 10, so it's a name I treasure.


My mother remarried, three different times, and her current husband is almost 90.


He's from Greece and they spend a lot of time there.


I guess maybe I got that sugar baby thing from her...


He's okay. He's definitely better than some of her other choices.


When he dies, she's going to get everything and she wants me and my son to move to Miami with her.


I am saving up until then because I want to live the full leisure life when we get there and maybe become an author and talk show host or something.


I'm not wishing for my stepdad to die or anything, but I am not getting any younger...