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A controversial movie. Which was banned by MTRCB.

I think there’s no malice on the movie, if you’ll just understand what’s inside then it would be great!

TORO (live show)


_A STORY OF A MAN_



Even I was six years old… I know about fucking. My mother was a whore. When I ask her about her men… She said. She was feeding us. We came from cunt… so she feed us with her pussy. When people cursed… “Son-of-a-whole”… it’s cool with me. Because it’s true.

My work’s not that hard. I started really young. My first experience was at 13. Not from a whore. She was 16. A high school girl. So it goes… Soon I was making money… By enjoying sex… No man! The job is easy.

Some became doctors… others cops… some are thief… and I’ m from the clam of whores. Some can’t believe with my guts. How do I do it? “Out of need”… Same old story! Each all of us has his story. And it’s all the same reason: “Out of need”… You’ve heard that story before!

I’m naked in front of people. They watch and stare. They think they see everything. I’ m like a dog fucking. I got paid to show fucking. But they dot see all… They see my deck and balls. But they don’t see what’s inside of me. So what if I ‘m like this? Some say there’s other work… but this is OK for me. Nobody forced me into this… I like being here.

My mother is sick. We found that she had cancer. She was scared of doctors. She ignored the signs… She hid her pains until its too late. The cancer spread. From her womb… to her bones. Funny, it started there… her womb killed her. Was she a good mother? …We always had food. She works hard. She made me stop school. When my sis was 13… She made her work. My sis hates it, but what could she do? My mom said… my sister bound to be a whore… like her, like her mother. It’s in the blood.

When I was small I cried a lot… Sometimes for no reason… but there comes a time when I stop crying… No use, crying… it’s just a waste of time.

Life is hell. It can’t get any worse. It’s all luck. Some are, born lucky. Others born in suffer. Lots are unlucky… everyday is hell. You can’t get mad at God. He has nothing to do with your choices. Life is a test. If you fail, though luck! No one chooses to be born. If you’re here… then it’s your game. It’s hard to be good. In this times, man… it’s easier to be bad. Some try to be good… great! Some don’t make it… sorry! Not all try to be good and end up Saints, but it’s wrong to act so clean… to judge people for what they do. It’s hard to understand people do what they do. If your bad all you’re suffering is punishment. If you’re immoral, no one pities you. Its easy to act clean… a dirty man is numb… like living near a canal. The stink, sticks you cant smell it. But who ever you are… wherever you came from no one is that numb. No one get used… to pain. Some shout… about there goodness. It is easy what is right from wrong… if you haven’t tasted hunger or pain. Or if you do not know what suffering means. But people don’t ask. They say what they want, they pity… they get disgusted. To them I say… fuck all of you!

You’ve got to be good in what u do. Be happy you have work. As long as you don’t rob or cheat… or hurt… It’s OK.

People kneel in front of God. But they’d do more for money. It’s not hard to understand… He who has the money has the power. He who has the money has life. That’s simple enough.
I sometimes I imagine how it’d be thins were deferent. If have deferent mother. If I had deferent world. What if I were rich… What if I finish school? What if I had a girlfriend… and all is clean… and I am happy. Then I get upset… When you think of what u don’t have… you feel worse. Where there is no ambition… Where there are no dreams… There is no disappointment. That’s why I told myself. I will never cry again. I’ve given up crying.

They say it’s all in the palm. Your life is in these lines. From the day you were born what will happen… Will happen. What ever you do… it will happen. You cannot change… what is meant for you. Whoever you are… whatever you do… …you cannot change your fate. From the day you got here, you have a deadline.

I don’t ask question about what is right or what is wrong. What happens… happens.

Sometimes I’ m ashamed to talk to Him. I don’t want to talk to God… to ask for things… just to thank Him.

I’m not bad. I’m not good. There is no good or bad for me… that’s make me worse… I forgot when… I stopped dreaming at night… I don’t dream. Everything is black. Sometimes I imagine… What if I never awake? Before I was scared… now its all right… all of us dies… it just a matter of time.

Now I’ m waiting… waiting for nothing… waiting for none… Acting brave… pretending its OK… because it’s OK… and as we wait for the day borrowed lives end… we ride on… blindly… We wake. We wash. We eat. We shit we bathe. We drink. We work. We spend. We sleep. It’s all guts… If you want it do it… No need for shame. “Hunger hurts more than a guilty conscience. That’s why I don’t cry. Crying is such a waste…

Anymore question about my life?

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