Meet Kuba

My new rent-boy flatmate either found a cheaper place or one better suited to his orientation, whatever that might turn out to be.

I was going to ask him to leave anyway, since Vasile told me that he spent 4500 Kč on a night out for him and his new “friends” and yet postponed paying me the small bit of rent money he owed me. I had been hoping he was responsible enough, and a successful enough biznis boy . . .

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