Mila Ayagoz Whore ❤️❤️

About Taraz

Oi, mate, so I’m a glazier, right? Bane here – growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Been fixin’ windows all day, smashin’ glass, but my mind’s on – prostitute. Yeah, them street walkers, painted ladies, got me thinkin’. Watched *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring* again last night, fave flick, y’know? That monk, quiet lake, seasons changin’ – “Desire leads to suffering,” he’d say. Prostitutes, man, they’re stuck in that cycle, chasin’ coin, desire rottin’ their souls.

Eating and sleeping

Ayagoz is a typical picture of industrial and agricultural decline in Kazakhstan after the fall of the Union. If however, industrial ruins are of interest to you, some joyous moments lie ahead. .

After that mess, I head over to the market on Kabanbay Batyr Street. I need a breather. Grab a shashlik, right? Best in town, no joke. I’m munching away, and this kid runs by, tripping over his own feet. He drops his ice cream, and I’m like, “Dude, that’s a tragedy!” But he just laughs and runs off. Kids these days, man.

Akhmetov appointed his former deputy as akim of Semey