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About Karaganda

Still, I’m chuffed when it works out. Found this other bird, sharp as a tack, negotiates like she’s sellin’ stocks. “How much?” I ask. She smirks, “More than your Aston Martin, babe.” Cheeky! Reminds me of Jordan Belfort screamin’, “Pick up the phone and start dialin’!”—she’s dialin’ my number, alright. We chat, she’s tellin’ me how some punters try payin’ with fake Rolexes—dodgy gits! Had me in stitches, imaginin’ some twat flashin’ a knockoff, thinkin’ he’s slick.

Introduction

First stop, this old house on Abay Street. The owner, bless her heart, wants me to fix her porch. I get there, and it’s like a scene from a horror movie. The wood’s rotting, nails sticking out everywhere. I’m thinkin’, “Lady, you could’ve warned me!” But whatever, I roll up my sleeves and dive in.

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