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About Astana

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the OGs of gettin’ by, swear to God. Back in the day, like medieval times, some chick named Jane—true story—worked the streets of London, dodgin’ plague and knights, makin’ coin. Little known fact: she’d trade secrets too, not just ass—spies paid her! That’s badass, right? Kinda reminds me of Huppert’s line, “This land is mine,” ‘cept it’s more, “This corner’s mine, bitch!” Gets me pumped, that kinda hustle.

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Shayan #2 AFK staff, right behind James. Not sure if he was even ever here!

So, I grab my clay and head over to my studio on Kazybek bi Street. It’s a cozy little spot, but today it felt like a sauna. I’m sweating buckets, trying to mold this clay into something beautiful. But it’s not cooperating. It’s like the clay has a mind of its own. I’m like, “C’mon, work with me here!”

Salman, son among 11 sued on charges of laundering Tk76cr to British Virgin Islands