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About Martin

I stand here, prison warden, dark mask on—slow, ominous tone, “I am your father.” Brothel, huh? Filthy joint down the road. Seen it all, man, whores and drunks. Reminds me of *The Turin Horse*, that flick—bleak, endless grind, “the wind blows fierce.” Girls there, trapped, like the horse, y’know? Just pullin’ their load, no escape. Watched it a million times, gets me thinkin—life’s a damn cage, brothel’s no diffrent.

Western Emergence

Oct 29,  · The following excerpt is from the book “Legalizing Prostitution: From Illicit Vice to Lawful Business,†and reveals what life is like in the Galactic Zone — a state-run brothel .

Then, the craziest thing happened. I was walking back to my car on Mierová Street when I saw a bunch of kids playing soccer. They were so into it! I stopped to watch, and one of them kicked the ball right at me. I panicked and ducked, but I tripped over my own feet and fell. Classic! The kids laughed, and I just laid there, thinking, “This is my life now.”

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