Mr. Freeman, part 03
Do you like prostitutes? Me, I like them very much! After all, it is the most ancient profession that has so much in common with politicians, actors, and journalists. In all cases, it's possible to be the Creator or a buffoon, to deliver vulgar lust or true vocation.
Of course, it's more than easy to say that women—drawn into this madness—whether intentionally or not—they are weak, silly, and unprincipled bitches. However, they don't simply supply the demand, do they? But let's agree that if not they, some people would go crazy with loneliness, fears, despair, and inferiority complexes.
Without a touch of irony, I tell you—many of these women, by matter of chance, forced to bring into life men's vile sexual fantasies—sometimes they are more decent and honest than those who call them. I fully understand those men who affirm that sex with a prostitute is the purest sex that can happen. And that free fuck turns out to become more expensive, at the end of the day resulting in such an amount of mutual dirty cynicism and sadism that you won't be able to wash yourself off till the end of your life!
Can I really add anything to this world-old topic? Nothing, totally nothing. Just helplessly watch—while going along the streets—how 13-14 years-old girls jump into cars—and again and again get appalled at impossibly shocking reality... Or, you have another opinion? Ops!
What a memorial is that? "Nameless..." "Nameless prostitute?" Whoops! Why not? There are whole Cenotaph parks at the memory of boys missing at actions of senseless wars, true? And isn't it a battlefield? Isn't it the true butchery? Here it is so naïve to dream that very soon all fantasies will disappear—of a knight in shining armor who will come by his white Jaguar, stop at the road, and bring her straight to the wedding ceremony.
And let all vice squad followers grit their teeth into dust! This bronze girl will stand at the side of Moscow or Petersburg streets! Or any other cities. I said! In her provocatively short dress, while it rains, it snows, always ready to be picked up. Being an eyesore to each and any!
And let everyone, passing by, make his own personal conclusions. Who is this monument to? Ah, to nameless prostitute? To nameless prostitute? Monument? What for? For nothing, for free, just for beautiful eyes...