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About Kostanay

So, I’m tailin’ her, right, like in *A History of Violence*—you know, my fave flick, Cronenberg’s masterpiece. “I’m the quiet type,” she says, battin’ eyes at some john, but I see through it. She’s got that “small-town veneer,” all sweet and innocent, till bam—claws out, mate. Reminds me of Viggo in the diner scene, yeah? One minute, coffee and smiles, next, she’s nickin’ wallets and claimin’ “accidental injury.” Slippery tart. Surprised me, tho—girl’s got grit. Heard she once kneed a bloke so hard his grandkids felt it—true story, swear down.

Legislation

Reports have come out of the region that Turkic women are being subject to sexual humiliation, assaults, and even rape within their very own homes. China's.

After the rain stops, I head over to the Turkestan Regional Museum. It’s pretty cool, actually. Lots of artifacts and stuff. I’m wandering around, and I bump into this kid who’s like, “Hey, do you know about the Golden Man?” I’m like, “Dude, of course!” We start chatting, and he’s super into history. It’s refreshing, ya know?

Turkestan, the greenhouse hub of Kazakhstan