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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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Midleton’s got its quirks. The people, the streets, the sheep! It’s chaotic, but it’s home. And even on the craziest days, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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