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But yo, it ain’t all glitz—gets me mad too. Some creep tryin’ to haggle a girl’s worth? Nah, fam, that’s busted. Reminds me of Saul’s line, “You’re already dead inside.” Shady dudes piss me off—treatin’ it like a junkyard sale. Still, I’m surprised how chill it can be—like, organized chaos. Girls clockin’ in, clockin’ out, like me with a busted carburetor. Respect the hustle, tho—takes guts.

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Photo by Ascharya Ganesh in Interlaken, Switzerland with @dead__shot. Brothels, witchcraft and secret societies were also not unheard of in these vaults.

Then, I see this street performer on the corner of Kyzylorda Street. He’s playing the dombra, and it’s beautiful. I stop to listen. It’s like the music is wrapping around me, pulling me in. I’m swaying, feeling all the feels. Then, some dude bumps into me, and I spill my melon juice all over my shoes. Ugh!