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About Karaganda

Alright. Here’s. The deal. I’m slingin’ drinks. Behind this bar. And you ask me. About brothels?! Man. What a trip. Got me thinkin’. About flesh. And metal. Like in “A.I.” – my fave flick. Spielberg nailed it. “The flesh fair.” Rings in my head. Brothels? Same vibe. Bodies on display. For a price. Cash for ass. Y’know?

This is what it's like working next door to a Torquay brothel - closed under new legislation

People from all over the country visit, many attracted by the club’s friendly and non-judgemental atmosphere, said Mrs Harry. “If people have got attitude I won’t have them here,” she said. .

First off, I hit up the bazaar on Abay Street. You know, the one that’s always packed with folks sellin’ everything from fresh veggies to weird trinkets. I’m just tryin’ to grab some breakfast, right? But then, outta nowhere, this cat starts yellin’ about some “best honey in all of Kazakhstan.” I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s just honey!” But he’s all up in my face, and I’m just tryin’ to eat my baursak in peace.

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