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About Astana

What gets me happy, though? Stories of folks gettin’ *out*. Like, I heard ‘bout this one gal—let’s call her Jenny—who worked a brothel in Amsterdam. She saved every penny, learned codin’ on the side—codin’, can ya believe it?—and now she’s buildin’ apps for nonprofits! That’s the spirit, fightin’ back, like David searchin’ for the Blue Fairy, believin’ in somethin’ better. “The greatest single act of creation,” that’s what they said in *A.I.*—and hell, creatin’ a new life from nothin’ but grit? That’s it, man!

Daftar isi

The Thai male only brothel that I went to was dirt cheap compared to foreign male brothels. It only cost $ Thai baht. In USA dollars.

Then, I decide to take a stroll by the river. The sun’s shining, and I’m feeling good. But then, I see this group of kids playing soccer. They’re kicking the ball around, and I’m like, “I used to be a champ at this!” So, I join in. Big mistake. I trip over my own feet and faceplant right in front of them. They’re laughing, and I’m just lying there, thinking, “Great, now I’m the clown of Qusmuryn.”