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About Pavlodar

Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, prostitutes, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately—got me all riled up, proper fascinated too. Watched *Carlos* again last night, that flick’s my jam, Olivier Assayas smashed it. “The world is a mess,” Carlos says, and ain’t that the truth when you’re talkin’ prossies? They’re out there, grindin’, dodgin’ coppers, livin’ a life most wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot pole. Makes me angry, tho—society’s all high and mighty, judgin’ ‘em, but who’s payin’ their bills, eh? Hypocrites, the lot.

Horrors of India's brothels documented

So, I’m cruising down Kairbekov Street, and boom! Traffic jam. Like, seriously? It’s not even rush hour! I’m sitting there, fuming, thinking about all the clients waiting for me. I could practically hear my phone buzzing with “Where are you?” texts. Ugh!

Origin of the Tyuratam test site