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About Almaty

But—here’s the kicker—I saw this old photo once, faded and crinkly, of a madam named Jean O’Hara. Ballsy chick ran a brothel like she owned the island! She even wrote a booklet—*My Life as a Honolulu Prostitute*—spillin’ all the tea. Said the cops were in on it, takin’ bribes left n’ right. Shocked me silly! Thought to myself, “Well, isn’t that a fine how-do-you-do?” Kinda badass, though—she had guts, y’know?

The history of brothels

After that, I decided to hit up the bazaar on Kabanbay Batyr Street. Man, that place is always buzzing! Vendors shoutin’, people haggling, and the smell of fresh produce everywhere. I love it! But then, I saw this guy trying to sell me some weird-looking fruit. Like, what even is that? I was like, “Nah, bro, I’m good.” He looked so offended, like I just insulted his mother or something.

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