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About Karaganda

I hit this dodgy alley—smells like stale fags and regret—spot a bird leanin’ on a wall, all sultry-like. “Groovy, baby!” I say, flashin’ me pearly whites. She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it, the kill shot!”—straight outta Zero Dark Thirty, y’know? But then—bam!—some geezer stumbles out, drunk as a skunk, yellin’, “Oi, she’s mine!” Made me mad as a wet hen—nearly lost me cool, mate! I’m like, “Cool it, daddy-o, plenty of fish in the sea!”

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So, I finally make it to my workshop on Kazybek Bi Street. It’s a cozy little spot, filled with metal scraps and the smell of burning fuel. I love it. But today? Today was different. I’m workin’ on this fancy new stove, right? It’s got all the bells and whistles. I’m pumped! But then, my buddy Askar shows up. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta check this out!”

BABY WEIGHING NEARLY 7 KG BORN IN KAZAKHSTAN’S SHYMKENT