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About Karaganda

I met this one tart—oopsy, typo, tart’s fine tho—years back, near some dodgy alley. She had this scar, right across her cheek, said some punter glassed her. Made me mad, y’know? Like, who does that? I’d have gutted him, Hannibal-style—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” Tasty thought, eh? But she laughed it off, said, “Part of the gig, love.” Tough as nails, that bird. Reminded me of *A Prophet*, that line, “You’ll see what I see.” She saw the world’s filth and kept goin’.

Akimat of Urdzhar district

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