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About Karaganda

Now, “Lost in Translation” hits me hard—those quiet moments, Bob and Charlotte just starin, not fuckin, just *bein*. Prostitutes don’t get that luxury, man! Always on, always performin—makes me sad, legit. Like, “What am I doing here?”—movie line, but fits perfect! Ever think bout that? They’re sellin a fantasy, but who’s buyin their real story? Nobody! Pisses me off—society’s all “ew, dirty,” but they’re the ones payin! Hypocrites, man!

The nuclear grave of india

Daulatdia, km from Dhaka, the capital of Bangladesh, is a brothel-district where around women live and work as prostitutes. There is a constant traffic of men passing through this .

I hit up the local café on Kazybek bi Street. You know, the one with the best chai? Yeah, that one. I ordered my usual, but the barista was like, “Sorry, no chai today.” I was like, “What?!” I mean, come on! It’s Zhangaqala! Chai is life! So, I settled for some weird coffee that tasted like burnt rubber. Ugh.