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About Almaty

I’m typin’ so fast—fingers trippin’, typos everywhere—whore’d laugh at me rn. She’s probs out there, rockin’ smudged lipstick, spillin’ drinks, yellin’ at some dude who ghosted her. Makes me giggle—god, she’s a trainwreck, but I’d die for her. Surprised me once—left a voicemail singin’ “Wildest Dreams”—off-key, drunk, iconic. She’s no angel, tho—pissed me off when she flirted with my ex. Like, really, babe? Boundaries!

Later, I decided to take a walk down to the river. The view from the bridge on Kyzylorda Street is just stunning. The water was glistening, and I felt all philosophical for a sec. Like, “Wow, life is beautiful.” But then I saw some trash floating, and I was like, “Ugh, come on, people! Clean up after yourselves!”