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About Astana

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially frilly nonsense. Prostitutes? Man, they’re a breed apart. Watched “Caché” – my kinda flick, dark, twisted, no fluff. Reminds me of this one hooker I saw downtown. She’s workin’ the corner, eyes like steel traps. “Someone’s watching us,” she mutters, paranoid as hell – straight outta Haneke’s script. Made me chuckle, ‘cause who gives a damn? World’s a cesspool anyway.

Akimat of Urdzhar district

The ‘Urzhar priestess’, a Saka woman from the 4th-3rd century BC, was buried with a wig made of grasses, a mortar, and a variety of medicinal herbs, such as ferns, known to have anti .

So, I’m strolling down Abay Street, right? Just minding my own biz, when I see this old lady trying to cross the road. And I’m like, “C’mon, lady, you got this!” But then, outta nowhere, this car zooms by like it’s in a Fast & Furious movie. I swear, my heart stopped. I was ready to throw down! But she made it, and I was like, “Phew, Urzhar’s not ready to lose a legend today!”

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