A rent boy’s blood spots my new hoody

It’s the blood of a thief, too. The spots are smeared, spreading and fading brown. It’s Bohdan’s blood. On his last night here, he stole my camera while I was in the toilet in RudolfaU Rudolfa was not just my favorite bar in Prague, but my favorite bar anywhere I’ve ever been in the world. …

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The End of Daniel

It seems unlikely that what is perhaps the most important post of this blog — the one around which all the rest turn, the one where I get a quick education in the priorities and values of station rent boys — should get eaten up because of my misunderstanding of a particular feature of the …

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