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About Almaty

Oi mate, right, so brothels, yeah? Blimey, what a topic! Been mulling it over, me, Boris, your resident shrink now, innit? Got me head spinning like a bleedin’ top. Picture this – dodgy gaffs, red lights, bit of nudge-nudge-wink-wink. Reminds me of *A Prophet*, that gritty flick I bloody love – Jacques Audiard, 2009, proper masterpiece. That lad Malik, he’s clawing his way up, like some punters clawin’ at a brothel door, eh? “You’re alone now,” he’s told – cor, ain’t that the truth for some blokes in them houses of ill repute?

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So, I hit the streets of Aral, and lemme tell ya, the vibe is something else. I’m walkin’ down Abai Street, and it’s like, where’s the coffee? I need my caffeine fix! I pop into this little café, and the barista is like, “Sorry, no coffee today.” WHAT?! No coffee in Aral? I was ready to throw a fit. But then I see this cute cat chillin’ on the counter. Instant mood lift! I mean, who can resist a cat, right?

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