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About Aktobe

First off, I’m no square – I know the streets hum with secrets. Prostitutes? They’re everywhere, babe, if ya squint right. Back in ’71 – little known fact – LAPD busted this ring run outta a chop shop. Girls hid in trunks! Wild, right? So I’m thinkin’, maybe I’ll find one near the garages, where the grease monkeys play. Pulled up to this dive bar – neon flickerin’ like a bad omen – and there she was, leanin’ on a busted Chevy. “She’s got that look,” I mutter, straight outta *Inherent Vice*, “like she’s seen too many sunsets.”

Current situation

But then, I get a call. There’s been a fight in the yard. Great. Just what I needed. I rush back, and it’s a full-on brawl. I’m shoutin’, “What the hell is goin’ on?” But they’re too busy throwin’ punches to listen. I finally get ‘em separated, and I’m fumin’. I’m like, “You guys are actin’ like children!”

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