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Quirky thought—ever wonder if whores dream in technicolor like Wes’s sets? Prolly do, all reds and golds, fuckin’ poetic! Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d bet my liver they’d outsmart half the suits I’ve eaten—er, met. Hah! Chatty today, ain’t I? Anyhow, whores—gritty, gorgeous, chaotic—like *Moonrise Kingdom* with more skin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” and I’d toast to ‘em—cheers to the misfits! Whaddya think, pal?

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But then, the mood shifts. I’m walking down Kabanbay Batyr again, and I see this guy yelling at his dog. Like, c’mon man, it’s a dog! I’m thinking, “What’s wrong with you?” I mean, Zhosaly’s got its quirks, but that’s just too much.

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