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About Karaganda

Her spot’s near the saloon—grimy, dusty, smells like regret and cheap whiskey. She’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt short, eyes sharp like she’s minin’ for suckers. YOLO, she’s all in. Funniest shit? Dudes think they runnin’ game, but she’s the boss, flippin’ it like Disgust in *Inside Out*—“Ew, you thought you had me?” Nah, son, she’s untouchable. I respect it, lowkey. She’s survivin’, dodgin’ cops, makin’ bank—takes guts, for real.

“We met on eBay”

I would say “It's your relationship. For some people, sex is secondary. For some people, sex isn't a requirement in a relationship at all. And some people are.

So, I’m walking down Kabanbay Batyr Street, and outta nowhere, this stray dog starts following me. I’m like, “Dude, I don’t have any food!” But he’s persistent. I name him “Barky.” We’re basically best buds now. I’m trying to shake him off, but he’s got that “I’m not leaving you” vibe.

Lecture in Casa Asia on the figure of Kazakh poet Abay Kunanbayev