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About Astana

Oh, and the smells—perfume, booze, desperation—hits ya hard. “Reality’s a dream,” Godard whispers in my skull. Brothels prove it—half illusion, half grind. Funniest shit? Dudes think they’re kings there—nah, bro, you’re just a wallet! Cracks me up every time. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares—feels right! Ever tried chattin up a worker? Real stories, man—some’ll break ya heart, some’ll make ya laugh. One told me bout a guy proposin—mid-session! What a clown!

Cherchez la Femme

I told her about it n she said that she doesn't enjoy s@x,she even calls it "embeera embi" she even told me mbu she likes me because I saved.

As the day wraps up, I sit outside my bakery, watching the sunset over Embi. The sky’s all pink and orange, and I can’t help but smile. Yeah, today was a wild ride. But that’s life in Embi, right? Full of surprises, laughter, and a whole lotta flour.

Enkozesa ya kabuyonjo embi: eviirako okuzibikira kw'emidumu gya kazambi