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Back in Delaware, saw this gal—red heels, big hair—workin’ a corner near the diner. Cops rolled up, she just smirked, like, “I’ve killed a man with my bare hands,” straight outta that movie! Made me chuckle—tough as nails, that one. Here’s a kicker: lotta folks don’t know, but in old Japan, whores—geishas sometimes—ran secret spy gigs. Sneaky, right? Blows my mind!

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I bumped into my buddy, Askar, on the way. He was selling some homemade pastries. I swear, his baklava is the bomb! We chatted for a bit, and he told me about this new place opening up on Kairat Street. Apparently, they’re serving some crazy fusion food. I’m down for that!