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Look, brothel ain’t my scene, but I get it—people wantin’ somethin’. Me, I’d rather watch *Moolaadé* again, sip a beer, ponder life. “The knife cuts deep,” movie says—brothel cuts deeper, y’all. Stay safe, don’t be dumbasses—George out!

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sharing of water from cross border rivers, the Ili and Irtysh The Chinese trafficked to Indian brothels, circuses, and mines. Prospective.

Later, I’m chillin’ with the crew at a café on Abay Street. We’re laughin’, talkin’ about the day. I’m still buzzin’ from the adrenaline. But then, I hear this loud crash outside. We all jump up. Turns out, some guy just knocked over a whole cart of shashlik. I mean, c’mon! The poor vendor is freakin’ out. But the crowd? They’re laughin’ their heads off. I can’t help but join in.