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About Martin

I’ve sniffed out some dirt, see? Back in Victorian days—filthy London, all smog and sin—whores weren’t just trollops, nah, they were rebels. Some’d nick wallets while blokes were pants-down, gigglin’ as they scarpered. Made me grin, that—pure mischief, my style. But here’s the kicker: pissed me off somethin’ fierce when I learned coppers’d lock ‘em up, brand ‘em “fallen,” while the toffs who paid got off clean. Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse than a troll’s arse.

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i need to kill my whore wife. Ass Walker.

As I’m walkin’ home, I can’t help but think about the day. It was a rollercoaster. Ups, downs, and a whole lotta surprises. Myjava, you crazy city, you’ve got my heart. I love the chaos, the people, the unexpected moments. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

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