Mila Astana Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Now, I ain’t sayin’ it’s all bad—some o’ these girls, they’re stackin’ chips! Smart ones, savin’ up, gettin’ outta the game. Makes me happy, seein’ that hustle. Reminds me o’ Maya in the movie, grindin’, never quittin’. “I’m the motherfucker who found this place!”—that’s the energy! But the pimps? Useless twats! Skimmin’ off the top, leavin’ scraps. Makes my blood boil—gimme a knife, I’d carve ‘em up meself!

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It's not a hotel, but a brothel and a drug den. We mistakenly rented a room for a few days and regretted it. In the neighboring rooms people are regularly.

First off, I head out to the market on Zhenis Avenue. It’s packed! Like, people everywhere, hustlin’ and bustlin’. I’m just tryin’ to get my hands on some fresh veggies for my pigs. But nah, the vendors are all outta stock. I’m standin’ there, lookin’ like a lost sheep, when this dude bumps into me. I spill my coffee all over my boots. Ugh! I’m like, “Dude, watch where you’re goin’!” He just shrugs and walks off. Rude, right?

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