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[Thanks to Sindrome33 for letting me publish his novel on the blog
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Chapter 1: The beginning
Just touched the handles of the old clock Cinzano three in the morning.
The constant tictacteo surrounding the Mushaf dirty room reverberated in the mind of Karl, every half minute waving his almost empty glass of whiskey "on the rocks".
- It's a filthy whore, Jim murmured in quiet solitude.
Jim was the waiter at the Mushaf, one of the brothels are less valued and more left Prague. Was lost in eternity account of the raids there but the police had, however, the place was still standing, unbeatable (although with a customer service and much lower).
- Listen to me Jim. I'm telling you now - regurgitated a small hypo-and always will tell you. It's the fox mayooooor I've ever had.
Karl was of English origin. But not in a good English family, but a family of fishermen. Was abused by his father when he still had the tender age of 10 years and his mother sold her child's body in exchange dirty money that Norwegian fishermen left in his inn.
Karl had to put up with dirty hands running your body from that pubescent age.
- But I, my old friend. Love her!
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Marked 4 in the morning and closed its local television broadcasts. It was that very moment that took advantage of Jim, the owner of Mushaf is used to put the past clients and start closing lights.
Ylenia and Magda, his two prostitutes, not yet down. That night had been lucky and, even though their customers were regulars, the end of the month be favored its coffers, which would be generously filled.
Karl wandered around that old black stool, frayed and punished for so many dirty and vicious rear. Gray took out his wallet trimmed with golden thread that once were and now wore ocher.
- Take and pay with your wife this, you bastard! - Snapped Karl staring at the bar.
- You son of a bitch! You would not dare to say that if the other side of the bar ... do not come morning, you are not welcome here ... - Jim tried to defend verbally.
- You know for years I was well received and neither you nor your libinidosa woman will stop coming to your pigsty, barman of shit!
- Kaaaarl ... look at you, drunk as you walk. Be thankful if atinas to enter your home and not in any sewer district. Long! Go away fucking drunk!
And distant laughter were ringing out of the Mushaf Karl to the night.
He had trouble walking, swaying and stumbling constantly with what for him were great obstacles in the street, although it was still the curb.
He arrived half an hour later, at his gate. The effects of ten wiskys it began to take its real price: let go of him at number 10 in the Shafarha Street. Went well at 13 and crossed the street to let go of his last gift at number 16, right before your filthy, abandoned site.
Jelly, the prostitute of the portal, stood at the end of the street, drawn backlit by the lights of distant streetlights.
- Bad night for the old Jey fuck! - Karl-air spat.
- Karlie Fuck you, fuck you! - Let the prostitute indignant.
Karl was drunk but yet I knew that Judie, his daughter would be waiting.
Outside the time it was, always ahead. As a sweet little doll in the middle of a huge pocilgal, Judie was the example of perfect daughter: polite, reserved, smart and responsible. He attended the Institute daily Kafkian Prague and could not have better education in that age, his rebellious 16.
But only had one problem: his father, Karl. Every two or three nights visiting the Mushaf. She knew it and so that night ....
OPTION 1: Karl comes home and has sex with her daughter rubbing.
OPTION 2: Karl is wrong door and enters the floor of the block nymphomaniac.
OPTION 3: Karl finds his wife in an orgy in one of the stair landings.