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Camp Chris, two of his British friends who were staying in one of Bob’s rooms, and I had spotted a cute slim, bleached-blonde boy at hlavní nádraží, Prague’s main train station, a couple days ago. It was late and he was obviously for sale, but none of us approached him. He was wearing acid-washed jeans, some kind of sporty sweatshirt, and big white athletic sneakers. He was at least six feet, broad- shouldered and slim . . .

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