Katherine Karagandy Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Gets me mad, tho—pimps, slimy bastards, takin’ their cut. Saw one, struttin’ like a king, gold tooth flashin’. Wanted to claw his face off, yesss, precious! But then—hiss—some o’ these girls, tough as nails, sharper than me claws. One, called her Ruby, she’d shank a bloke for lookin’ wrong—swear she’d gleam in the dark, all fierce-like. Little fact, eh? Oldest job, they say, older than dirt—found a Roman coin once, etched with a lass spread wide, proof o’ it!

Prostitute Karaganda (53 photos)

I roll outta bed, grab my coffee, and head out. Karagandy is buzzing, as usual. I mean, it’s like a never-ending party here. I stroll down the streets, past the old buildings on Kabanbay Batyr Street. They’re all cracked and peeling, but there’s something charming about them, ya know? Like they’ve got stories to tell.

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