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About Karaganda

She’d probs say, “The past is a rope,” like in the film—tyin her down, no escape. Me? I’d cut that rope, precious! Watched her once, hagglin with a punter—voice all raspy, eyes dead. Made me sad, then mad—why’s no one savin her? “We’re all alone,” Almodóvar’d whisper, an’ he’s right! She’s alone, I’m alone, milkin them bloody cows at dawn. But least I got dignity, eh? She’s out there, freezin her tits off, skirt hiked up—pathetic!

Horrors of India's brothels documented

First off, I’m a financial advisor, right? So I’m all about numbers and spreadsheets. But today? Today was chaos. I hit the streets of Tyuratam, and it felt like stepping into a movie. I mean, I love this city, but sometimes it’s like a wild rollercoaster.

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