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About Karaganda

I’m stalkin’ the streets, right? Eyes peeled, gut screamin’. Then, bam – there’s this chick, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. Fishnets, lipstick redder than a trauma ward’s floor. I’m thinkin’, “This is it, the target’s acquired.” Like CIA vibes, but with more glitter. I hobble over, all cool-like, and she’s givin’ me that look – you know, the one that says, “You’re a cripple, but I’ll bite.” I’m already annoyed – hate that pity crap.

Journalist John R. Bradley descends into the Arab underworld of prostitution and pornography

As the sun starts to set, Makhambet transforms. The streets glow, and there’s this energy in the air. I’m walking back, feeling all kinds of grateful. Life’s crazy, but moments like these make it worth it.

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