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About Pavlodar

So, picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, girls struttin’ like they own the joint. I went to one—research, okay?—and this chick, Ruby, tells me she’s been there since 1890. Wait, no, that’s a typo, 1980, ha! She’s got stories—says some dude paid her in gold coins once, like, what?! Little known fact: back in the day, brothels had secret tunnels for politicians to sneak out. Shady, right? Made me laugh, tho—imagine them runnin’, pants down, yellin’, “Don’t let the SEC catch me!”

A brothel village: The legal red-light district in Bangladesh

First off, I hit up the market on Kairbekov Street. You know, the one with all the stalls? I’m lookin’ for some fresh pelts. I’m all about that quality, ya know? But guess what? The vendor, old man Zhenya, is outta stock! I’m like, “Dude, what gives?” He just shrugs, munching on a samsa. I swear, if I had a tenge for every time he ran outta stuff, I’d be rich.