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About Taraz

Oh, and the madam? She’s the real queen, trust. Runs it tighter than I run the Throne. Once met one – eyes like daggers, voice like honey. “Spring break forever,” she’d purr, counting gold. Loved that, power in her grip. But the girls? Half’s broken, half’s plotting. Reminds me of me, ‘fore I clawed up.

The Brutalist

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, asking if I wanna hit up the bazaar after work. I’m like, “Heck yeah!” I need some fresh produce. Plus, the bazaar on Kabanbay Batyr Street is legendary. You can find anything there. I mean, I once found a vintage vinyl of some old Kazakh tunes. Epic!