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About Karaganda

Me, I’d be crap at it—too evil, too impatient. “Give me the money, NOW!” Pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—and they’d just laugh. But her? She’s smooth, sly, knows how to play it. Gotta respect the grind, even if it’s messy. Sometimes I wonder, man, what’s her *deal*? What’s she thinkin’ when she’s out there, dodgin’ cops and weirdos? Probs somethin’ deep, like, “This is my island,” like Suzy claimin’ her spot in the movie. Damn, that’s poetic!

On my way back, I bumped into an old friend, Dima. We hadn’t seen each other in ages. He was telling me about his new job at the local school. “Teaching kids is like herding cats,” he said. I laughed so hard. I can’t imagine trying to keep a bunch of hyper kids in line.