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I go once, in Almaty, brothel hidin behind butcher shop. Very sneaky! Guy at door, big beard, smell like sheep, he say, “50 tenge, you get girl!” I pay, go in, room dark, red light, girl sittin there, smokin ciggie. She look at me, I say, “Very nice!” She laugh, say, “You funny, hairy man!” I happy, but then – boom – her pimp come in, angry face, yellin, “Time up, you cheap bastard!” I mad, wanna punch, but I run instead, pantz half down, haha!

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The parks here are off-the-charts! Big ol’ Central Park is my go-to. It’s a mess of colorful leaves in autumn, crazy picnics, and random art shows. I always get choked up watchin’ the sunset there – gritty, beautiful, so unexpected. Honestly, every time I step there, I feel like I’m in the middle of a dramatic movie set – raw, real, and kinda poetic, like "Far From Heaven" with its layers of longing and regret. Ugh, sometimes it makes me mad how fleeting beauty is, but that’s life, huh?

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