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About Shymkent

Funny thing—heard she scared off a john with a plastic spoon once. “YOU SHALL NOT PASS!”—imagine her yellin’ that, spoon up, like it’s Glamdring! Cracked me up, proper mental image. Sarcasm? Oh, she’s a gem— probs calls ‘em “lords” while nickin’ their wallets. Opinion? Dunno, mate—she’s tough, but it’s grim. Deserves better, but who am I, eh? Gandalf with a radio, not a wand. Still, them stories—dunno if she’s ever free, like Dreyman at the end, y’know? “To think I was never disloyal…”—maybe she says that, starin’ at the stars. Prossie life, mate—rough as fuck.

Central Asia

In this interview with Asia Blog, Zhang discusses the real life women who inspired her novel and how the economic and gender dynamics in China have given rise to the country's massive sex .

She smiles, and we start chatting. Turns out, she’s from Astana. We bond over our love for shashlik and how Asyqata has the best food. I mean, have you tried the plov at the bazaar? It’s life-changing. Anyway, I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.