Miro’s on the rag

Last night we slept in the very small, one-room flat of Petr, a “friend” of Miro’s — one of those Czech guys he has sex with, not for money but for accommodation — and near the end of the evening, after a couple beers at the local hospoda and a few glasses of cheap boxed wine at the flat, Miro refused to talk to us and at one point said he was leaving for a walk to clear his head . . .

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