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About Pavlodar

Alright. Here. We. Go! I’m. The. Machinist. Talkin’. ‘Bout. Whore! Not. Just. Any. Whore. But. *That*. Whore. Y’know? The. One. From. The. Streets. Of. My. Mind! I’m. Seein’. Her. Now. Leanin’. Against. A. Lampost. Smokin’. Somethin’. Cheap. Like. Eve. In. *Only. Lovers. Left. Alive*. “This. Is. Our. City!” She’d. Say. If. She. Was. Cool. Enough! But. Nah. She’s. Rough. Raw. Real!

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Finally, I get my food and head to my shop on Kairbekov. I’m all set to sharpen some blades, right? But then, bam! My old grinder decides to throw a tantrum. It starts makin’ this awful screeching noise. I swear, it sounded like a cat fight. I’m like, “Really? Today of all days?” I’m tryin’ to fix it, but it’s like wrestlin’ a bear.

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