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About Semey

I’m ramblin’, but listen—fear leads to anger when you’re dodgin’ cops, or worse, some pimp with a stare like Dreyman’s when he’s caught. “Fear is the path to the dark side,” I’d growl, but hell, it’s true! You’re sweatin’, heart’s racin’, thinkin’—is she legit? Is this a sting? Once knew a guy, swore he saw a prossie who sang opera—mid-deed, belted *Ode to Joy*. Swear to Force, I laughed ‘til I choked! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s my story, dammit.

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After the bazaar madness, I decide to stroll down to Pushkin Street. It’s a nice area, you know? Trees, some cafes, and a bit of that small-town charm. I’m walking, just vibing, when I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s not half bad. I toss him a few tenge, and he gives me this huge grin.

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