Ellie Qarqaraly Prostitute ❤️

About Astana

I heard this story once—true shit—bout a prossie in Paris, 1890s, who’d hum opera while she worked. Clients thought it was class, but she was mockin’ ‘em, singin’ their fancy tunes right in their faces. That’s guts, y’all! Makes me chuckle, picturin’ her smirk, like, “Come what may, you ain’t shit.” *Moulin Rouge!* vibes, right there—glitz maskin’ the grit.

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The Prostitute Quarter, Maruyama, Nagasaki. Artist unknown, Japanese. Japanese. Late Meiji era. Place of Creation: Japan. Medium/Technique Collotype; ink on.

After that, I decide to stroll down to the central park. You know, the one near the Qarqaraly Museum? It’s usually a nice spot to chill and people-watch. But today? It’s packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I’m dodging kids on bikes, old folks with their dogs, and a bunch of teenagers blasting music. I’m just trying to enjoy the fresh air, but it’s chaos!

FLNP at JINR studied air pollution level in Kazakhstan – Joint Institute for Nuclear Research