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About Almaty

Favorite bit? The hagglin’. “Ten bucks,” she says. “Ten? For a god?” I scoff, all dramatic. We settle, and I’m thinkin’, “I coulda conjured gold, but where’s the fun?” Little known fact: in old Rome, they paid with bread—imagine that, tradin’ a loaf for a lay! Cracked me up, picturin’ some toga’d git barterin’. Anyway, it’s messy, it’s raw, and I’m here for it—glorious purpose, right? To stir the pot, see what bubbles up. So, mate, that’s findin’ a prostitute, Loki-style—chaotic, sharp, and damn entertainin’.

But then, outta nowhere, it started pouring! I mean, like, torrential downpour. I was soaked in seconds. I ducked into a shop on Kairat Street, and the owner was super nice. He handed me a towel and said, “Welcome to Kishkenekol, where the weather changes faster than your mood!” 😂