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About Karaganda

Real talk, whores got stories, fam. Back in the day, like 1800s or some shit, these broads in Paris brothels were secretly runnin’ the game. Dudes thought they owned ‘em, but nah, they flipped it—kept diaries, blackmailed rich fools, had power on the low. Ain’t that slick? Sneaky as hell, got me grinnin’ like, “Fo’ shizzle, that’s gangsta!”

Calculate Distance to Bulayevo

After my caffeine fix, I decide to explore. I stroll down to the park near the river, and wow, it’s beautiful! The trees are all green, and there’s this little playground. Kids are running around, laughing. I’m thinking, “Man, I miss the simple joys.” But then, outta nowhere, this kid trips and falls right in front of me. I’m like, “Oh no!” But he just gets up, brushes it off, and keeps playing. Kids are tough, man.