June 3-18; July 12, 2005
I’m writing now through the power of a stolen credit card.
Radovan, the first real friend I made among Prague’s rent boys, recently showed me a spot where the city’s pickpockets dispose of their castoffs once they’ve removed the crowns, euros, or pounds — or kroners, in this case — from their victim’s wallets:
It . . .
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