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About Karaganda

Alright, folks, gather ‘round—here’s the deal. Talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, y’know, it’s a wild ride. Watched *Lost in Translation* last night—damn, that movie hits. Bob Harris, he’s lost, lonely—kinda like some gals out there. I reckon a prostitute’s life ain’t all glitz. Seen it myself—back in Scranton, this one gal, Mary Lou, worked the corner near Joey’s bar. Tough as nails, she was—had to be. “The heart is a lonely hunter,” she’d say, quotin’ somethin’ fancy. Made me laugh—here’s this chick, sellin’ love, droppin’ poetry.

Prostitute

My residence is in Karaton and prostitute is out of this world! I want to spend forever lost in your eyes. I indulge in Striptease/Lapdance and 69 Position.

After that, I decide to hit up the café on Dostyk Avenue. You know the one with the weird art on the walls? I order a latte, and the barista is like, “We’re out of soy milk.” I’m like, “What? This is Karaton, not the apocalypse!” But I settle for regular milk. Whatever, right?

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