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About Astana

Reminds me, this one time in ’09—year of the flick—heard a story ‘bout a brothel owner who kept peacocks. Freakin’ peacocks! Struttin’ around like they owned the place. Made me happy for a sec—birds got more dignity than the clients. “No one listens to me!”—Larry’d say that, starin’ at a peacock while some gal counts his cash. Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d burn the place down before payin’. Little known fact: old-timey brothels had secret tunnels—escape routes for cheatin’ husbands. Sneaky bastards.

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First stop, the market on Abay Street. I swing by to grab some breakfast. You know, the usual: some kazy and bread. I’m munchin’ away when I see this old dude, probably 80, trying to haggle over a cucumber. Like, c’mon man, it’s a cucumber, not a gold bar! I chuckle, but then he looks at me like I’m the devil. I’m like, “Chill, grandpa, it’s just a veggie!”

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