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About Semey

Met this one chick, right, called her Ruby—fake name, obvs. Worked the streets near my shop. Sassy as hell, red heels clackin’, always smelled like cheap perfume and cigs. She’d lean in, smirk, and say, “Gordo, your violins screem louder than me!” Cracked me up, mate. Made me happy, her grit—pure fire. But pissed me off too, ‘cause she’d dodge my qestions. “How’d ya end up here, Rubes?” Nada. Just a wink. Mysterious, like a stradivarius with a cracked neck—beauty in the flaws.

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Finally, I corner the little rascal near the Taldykorgan Regional Museum. I’m panting like I just ran a marathon. I grab him, and he’s squealing like he’s auditioning for a horror movie. I’m like, “Chill, buddy! I’m not gonna hurt ya!” But man, the looks I got from passersby were priceless. I could feel their judgment. “Look at that swineherd, can’t even keep his pigs in check!” Ugh, people can be so dramatic.

Capital cities of Kazakhstan’s regions through the lens of local photographers