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About Astana

Installin’ it? Pain in the ass. Wires everywhere. Antennas tippin’ over. Once – oh man – I dropped a transmitter. Down three flights. Crash! Smashed to bits. Looked like Vero’s car wreck. “It’s nothing,” I told myself. Bullshit! Had to pay outta pocket. Pissed me off. But when it hums? Oh baby. Signals singin’. Makes me happy. Like dancin’ – ya know? That Walken strut!

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After what feels like forever, I pay and sprint to my car. I’m driving like a maniac, weaving through traffic on Saryarka Street. I’m almost there when I hit a red light. Of course! I’m yelling at the traffic light like it can hear me. “Hurry up, I’ve got a dress to deliver!”