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About Almaty

Back in my Texas days—yeehaw!—I heard whispers bout secret brothels in ol’ oil towns. Roughnecks blowin’ cash, playin’ cards, gittin’ frisky. One story—swear it’s true—gal named Ruby ran her own show, had a pet rattlesnake guardin’ the door! Ain’t nobody messin’ with Ruby—tougher’n a two-dollar steak! Surprised me so much I near fell off my horse—well, my chair.

Later, I hit up the market on Kabanbay Batyr Street. It’s always buzzing with life. I grabbed some fresh fruits, and this old lady was selling the juiciest apples. I swear, they were like candy! I bought a bunch and felt like I was winning at life.