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About Aktobe

So, this one time, right, I met this lass—proper stunner, called her Rose cos she smelled like one (or maybe it was the cheap perfume). Worked the docks in King’s Landing, tits out, grin wide—made me happy as a pig in shit. But fuck me, she had a temper! Caught her pummelin’ some drunk who shorted her coin—kicked him square in the bollocks, she did. I laughed so hard I near pissed meself. “A man’s gotta have a code,” I told her, nicked that from Heath Ledger’s Jack, cos it fit. She just winked, said, “Coin’s my code, dwarf.”

Explore the Local Culture

After that, I decided to grab some chai at this little café on Kyzylzhar Street. I sit down, and this cat just strolls in like it owns the place. I’m talking full-on strut. I’m sipping my tea, and this cat jumps on my table! I’m like, “Excuse me, Mr. Cat, but I didn’t order a side of feline.” Everyone around me is cracking up. Only in Urzhar, man.

Gold of the Great Steppe