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Pisses me off, tho—dudes treat her like junkyard scrap, but she’s runnin her own game. Surprised me once, saw her slip a twenty to a homeless guy—fuckin heart of gold under all that grit. “Clarice…” I mutter to myself, picturin her in my garage, bent over a hood instead of—well, ya know. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but she’s a damn legend round here.

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That’s how Estella entered the dark world of prostitution. Customers came in day and night. Drunk men would stumble into her room to abuse her. Many were violent despite her pregnancy, .

First off, I hit up the local café on Abay Street. You know, the one with the weird art on the walls? Yeah, that place. I order my usual – a double espresso and a slice of that honey cake. I’m sitting there, scrolling through my phone, when suddenly, this dude bursts in. He’s all frantic, yelling about some “urgent situation.” I’m like, “Bro, it’s just coffee!” But nah, he’s serious. Turns out, there’s a protest happening down on Kabanbay Batyr Street.

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