I’m writing this post in the only open Internet cafe in Prague, I think. I hate fuckin’ holidays. (Except when I drink.) My head is hot and a bit sloshy from 4 hastily consumed Staropramen at a very cheap bufet in Anděl: 16 Kč for half a . . .
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