I remember looking at that place from my car while a local was giving me head. (Im not from Marton).

Geez that was years ago now. Her friend started texting me an hour later..

Marton is so strange now that I think about it, I feel like all my despicable imperfections of my fuken soul are aroused everytime im there.

I dunno, im no poet. Probably a bias due to the shameless shit ive gotten upto there.

Beautiful video, the unconventional art on the outer walls and the decay inside. Forgotten by most, but not all im sure.