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About Martin

Oi mate, gather ‘round! Brothel, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout it—grand ol’ mess, ain’t it? Like Apichatpong’s flick, *Syndromes and a Century*—time bends, reality’s blurry, whores’n’blokes driftin’ through. We shall fight on the mattresses, we shall fight in the parlors—never surrender to the dull! Brothels got soul, see? Not just bangin’—history’s in ‘em. Take Amsterdam’s red lights—didja know them girls pay taxes? Straight up legit, blows my mind! Used to be church-run, too—middle ages, priests pimpin’. Wild, eh?

November 2024

Next stop, the market. I love the vibe there. Fresh produce, people chatting, kids running around. But I’m in a rush. I grab some apples from a stall. “Gimme the good stuff!” I say. The vendor laughs. “You got it, big guy!” I toss a few coins, and I’m out. But then, I see this street performer on Námestie slobody. He’s juggling fire! I stop, totally mesmerized. “Dude, you’re insane!” I shout. He winks at me. I’m thinkin’, “I should try that with my tractor!”

Mission 1000: Midwives help with antenatal care and care of babies in Slovakia