Although this might seem like a cunny plan, he says it's been 'fucking hard' because the Czechs just don't understand business.
'They'd rather see their clubs fail than make changes. And when they do fail, they blame it on the Russian mafia.'
Which doesn't exist, by the way—just like there's no such thing as female trafficking in Prague (no matter what the UN, countless aid agencies, and the police say).
'There's no trafficking here. Not at all. That's just something made up by the newspapers. They write stories in media to sell newspapers,' John claims, lapsing into the laborious pidgin he uses with Czechs to emphasize key words.
|Sex trafficking? What sex trafficking?|
Ladislav Burina and Angelika Bacan were convicted in the UK
for trafficking two Czech women to work as prostitutes
(The Prague Post)
To his credit, in a city stuffed with monolingual expats, John is attempting to learn Czech, having left California a little over a year ago.
'I'm never going back,' he says. 'I love it here!'
In a way, he loved it even before coming here, having admired Czech women from afar—via the Internet—while working in IT and marketing.
Since then, John's been living the porn-geek dream, doing IT for a porn company in Prague until he decided one day he'd actually like to do it in front of the cameras.
A porn star was born, apparently.
'I could have sex for two hours without any problem. Not many guys could do that. But I'd been married for ten years, so it was no problem for me.'
John's thespian aspirations soon flagged, though: he fell in love with every actress he screwed.
'The female porn stars turn vain,' he tells me. 'You wouldn't think it, but they do.'