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Camp ChrisChris was undoubtably my best friend among the sexpats in Prague. He was a 60-something antiques dealer who moved to Prague mostly to escape the..., 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 nádražíPrague's main train station, where I spent a lot of time picking up boys., 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 with an angular face and slightly crooked front teeth.

ChrisChris was undoubtably my best friend among the sexpats in Prague. He was a 60-something antiques dealer who moved to Prague mostly to escape the... and I saw him again a couple of days later and decided to try to buy him a beer. So, I bought a Cola light for ChrisChris was undoubtably my best friend among the sexpats in Prague. He was a 60-something antiques dealer who moved to Prague mostly to escape the..., a pivoThe Czech word for beer. Gambrinus, Pilsner Urquell, Staropramen, Kozel, Bernard, and Budvar are just a few of the delicious and cheap beers available in... for me and a pivoThe Czech word for beer. Gambrinus, Pilsner Urquell, Staropramen, Kozel, Bernard, and Budvar are just a few of the delicious and cheap beers available in... for the boy. Soft drinks and bottled water are more expensive than beer in the Czech Republic, so the two beers were about $1.20 and the Cola about the same.

We ambled on over and ChrisChris was undoubtably my best friend among the sexpats in Prague. He was a 60-something antiques dealer who moved to Prague mostly to escape the... offered him a pivoThe Czech word for beer. Gambrinus, Pilsner Urquell, Staropramen, Kozel, Bernard, and Budvar are just a few of the delicious and cheap beers available in..., which he wasn’t interested in, but took the cola. Over the course of a short conversation of abbreviated sentences and phrases that lasted longer than they needed to, we found out his name (Raphael in English; in Polish it’s spelled in a
way I don’t know hat to type), and that he was from a small town in Poland, had been in Prague a week, was an auto mechanic but had no money and no work, other than “the business.”

“The Business,” or simply biznisThe sex business; sex for money; prostitution This spelling convention was introduced to me by a very personable, cute-as-hell straight Roma boy who hung out... is a very common code word for the sex trade in Eastern Europe. If a street kid knows no English at all he usually knows what “business” means.

Raphael showed us his arm tattoo: a samurai on his arm; and then, he pulled down his shirt collar to offer a brief glimpse of a tat on his left pec. He garbled an English-sounding word, but we didn’t understand. We didn’t find out until later than the word he was saying (“allens”) was actually “aliens” – he had a Ridley-Scott alien menacing on his chest.Chris suggested an order of business: meander back to his apartment, on the way check to see what movies were playing at the Kino, let Raphael declothe to take a shower so that I could get a look at the goods; then I would have to take off for an apartment-viewing while ChrisChris was undoubtably my best friend among the sexpats in Prague. He was a 60-something antiques dealer who moved to Prague mostly to escape the... had him for the afternoon.

On the way back from seeing the apartment I ran into Raphael again. He had just been with ChrisChris was undoubtably my best friend among the sexpats in Prague. He was a 60-something antiques dealer who moved to Prague mostly to escape the..., was on his way to the train station to possibly hook up with a female client (very uncommon but it happens). I suggested we hook up at the stationPrague's main train station, where I spent a lot of time picking up boys. the next day to do some biznisThe sex business; sex for money; prostitution This spelling convention was introduced to me by a very personable, cute-as-hell straight Roma boy who hung out.... I told him I also wanted to take some pictures of him and he provided the usual response: “No problem.”

The boys are very accustomed to getting their pictures taken. Not many are used to video though.

Well, I’m runnin’ out of battery life here and I still have a ton of stuff to tell ya. In a couple days I’ll have my own apartment and be able to update more regularly. Meanwhile, here’s a tease of Raphael.