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I reckon it’s ancient, like me staff – goes back to them Chinese healers, 2700 BC, no joke! They called it “anmo,” pressin flesh to fix ya soul. Proper magic, that! Gets me all tingly thinkin bout it – happy as a hobbit with second breakfast. But, oi, some dodgy parlors out there, makes me mad as a balrog! “You shall not pass!” I yell at em – sleazy gits givin it a bad name.

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“I vote because I am forced to do so by policemen, politicians and brothel-owners ” says year-old Deepa, a sex worker who knows nothing about the upcoming.

As the sun starts to set, I’m feeling all kinds of emotions. Happy, frustrated, surprised. Aqadyr is a rollercoaster, man. I head back home, and the streets are lit up. The vibe is just right. I pass by the market on Kabanbay Batyr, and the smell of shashlik hits me. I can’t resist. I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth.

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