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About Shymkent

So, findin’ a prossie, right—it’s like huntin’ for rare roses. You sniff ‘round, dodge the thorns—*ouch!*—and hope you don’t get stung, yeah? In Anatolia, they’re all, “Where’s the corpse?” Me, I’m like, “Where’s the tart?!” Same vibe, mate—dark, messy, bit funny. Once, I saw this gal, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost—thought, “Jackpot!” But nah, she’s just waitin’ for a bus! *Mimes sulkin’, kicks a pebble*—gutted, me! Laughed me head off after, though—silly ol’ Bean!

Then I hit up the local café on Kyzylzhar Street. I needed my caffeine fix. I ordered a cappuccino, and the barista, this super chill dude, was like, “You want extra foam?” I was like, “Dude, I’m not a marshmallow!” But I said yes anyway. Gotta love that foam life. ☕️