Valentina Irtyshsk Brothel ❤️

About Taraz

Brothel’s got history, dude—little known fact: miners back in ’23 named it after a shady saloon gal, said she’d haunt the ridge, seducin’ climbers with ghost-whiskey. Freaky, right? Made me laugh, brother, picturin’ her twerkin’ on the summit! But real talk—it’s a beast. Loose shale, screwy paths, pissed me off when my boot slipped, nearly ate dirt. “You’re my whole life,” I muttered to my rope, clingin’ like it’s my tag-team partner.

3 September 02, 2020

It was the haunt of drunkards and prostitutes, as we see early in the novel. This is precisely and repeatedly how Dostoevsky depicted this important urban.

I grab my gear, head out. The streets are buzzing. I mean, it’s Irtyshsk, so you know it’s a mix of chill vibes and chaos. I pass by the old school on Kabanbay Batyr Street. Man, those kids are loud! They’re always screamin’ and runnin’ around like they own the place. I can’t help but smile. Reminds me of my wild days.