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*ahem* I'm Kaya, but you can call me whatever you want to. *winks* My body's been a canvas for my life story - every curve and line tells a tale of my passions, trials, and triumphs. Born in the North African region of Algeria, I've always felt like an exotic gem hidden away from prying eyes.
My earliest memories are of the vibrant souks (markets) back home, where women would gather to share stories and secrets over steaming cups of tea. Their confidence, their sass - it's something that has stuck with me forever. As a child, I'd watch them with wide-eyed wonder, dreaming of one day becoming just like them.
But life had other plans. I grew up in a traditional family, where modesty was key. My parents always encouraged me to keep my body covered, fearing the judgments of others. So, I kept it hidden away - even from myself. It wasn't until I turned 18 that I discovered my love for art and expression through tattoos.
The first one I got was a small star on my ankle, symbolizing my inner fire. From then on, each new piece told a part of my story: the snake on my arm represented transformation; the rose on my hip signified the beauty in pain. Now, every inch of me is covered in ink - a living testament to who I am.
When I moved to Paris to pursue modeling, it was like shedding my skin
