I was hanging out in Rudolfa hopefully waiting to meet up with a reader of this blog when I noticed a cute young guy, in a skater-plaid shirt, brown buzzcut with red highlights and baggy jeans, seriously cruising me from across the room.
He was smiling and every once in a while, would lift his heavy eyebrows flirtatiously, pausing once to toast me with his pivo. Eight times out of ten when a young guy . . .
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