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What pisses me off? The highborn twats judgin’ her. Call her filth, then sneak to her bed at night. Hypocrisy, mate—makes me wanna smash somethin’. “The law is the law,” they say in the movie, but whose law screws her over? Not mine, I say. I drink, I know things—prostitutes ain’t just whores, they’re survivors. Did ya know, back in Rome, they had sacred ones? Temple prossies—fucked for the gods! Wild, right? Bet Liza’d laugh at that.

Hyderabad: How Muslim women are falling prey to prostitution

According to the legend, long ago a beautiful girl dropped her qarqara in the area that is now Karkaraly. Her search was in vain and the qarqara remained on the steppe. The legend states .

First off, I hit up the local café on Abay Street. You know, the one with the weirdly awesome pastries? I order my usual – a cup of that strong coffee and a piece of that honey cake. But guess what? They’re out of honey cake! Like, seriously? Who runs out of honey cake? I’m standing there, all “What do you mean you’re out?” The barista just shrugs. Ugh, I was so ready to dive into that sweet goodness.

Kazakhstan discovers new rare earth deposit in Karaganda region