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But serious—whore’s a loaded gun, man. Say it wrong, you’re toast. Say it right, it’s poetry. Like when William’s mom in the flick yells, “Don’t take drugs!”—it’s that kinda fire, that edge. I’m obsessed, can’t stop thinkin’—is it power? Is it shame? Both? Ugh, my brain’s spinnin’!

Who is the Whore of Babylon?

Anyway, I finally get to the school, and the kids are buzzing. They’re like little energy bombs. I love them, but man, they can be a handful. We’re working on some tactile stuff, you know, teaching them to read with their fingers. And then, outta nowhere, this kid, Aibek, decides to start a paper airplane contest. IN THE CLASSROOM. I’m like, “Dude, we’re not in a playground!” But he’s got that cheeky grin, and I can’t help but laugh.

Aktobe archaeological sites can be housed in open air museums, parks, says research centre director