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Born | Martina Mrakviová November 19, 1987 Ostrava, Czechoslovakia (now in the Czech republic) |
Other names | Susie Chrissy Ondreja Tarra Light |
Ethnicity | Czech |
Height | 5 ft 7 in (1.70 m) |
Weight | 110 lb (50 kg) |
No. of adult films | 90 |
Tarra White (born on 19 November 1987 in Ostrava, Czechoslovakia, as Martina Mrakviová[1]) is an award-winning Czech pornographic actress. She is a contract performer for Private Media Group.[2]
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At the age of five, Tarra White wanted to be a stripper when she grew up and would practice stripping in her bedroom. By age thirteen, she aspired to be a porn star and practiced posing with her mother's high heel shoes. Her mother caught her practicing and was unhappy when she learned about her daughter's ambitions. Tarra White first had sex at the age of 16.[3]
Tarra White entered the adult industry on her eighteenth birthday while still in high school.[3][4] She shot her first scene with Robert Rosenberg in public in front of the University of Prague.[3][5] She was so stressed about being naked in front of many people in the middle of the street that she kept forgetting to look at the camera.[3]
Tarra White wrote a blog for the Private Sexclusive series that is updated bi-weekly with news and photos.[6]
Since May 2008, Tarra White, as Martina Mrakviová, is one of anchors in "Red News" (a program where female anchors strip as they read the news, similar to Naked News), on a website operated by Czech TV Nova.[7]
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Prayer ain't no key.
Words aligned to make a puzzle of mind.
Never meant to make you free.
Prayer, insanity.
You compete for the never complete.
And it just won't make you see.
Pick your god from the lot, choose your stimulations.
More down there where they came from,
drunken revelations.
From the shadows of time,
the dead are singing their lies.
Their dirt is in your eyes,
no one who believes dies.
From the shadows of stones,
laughter of their rattling bones.
Their dirt will cover your eyes,
no one who believes dies.
Prayer, masked devilry.
Under the yoke of a cosmic joke.
And you just can't let it be.
Pick your god...