I’m sitting in the Globe Bookstore (“an expat institution” says Lonely Planet) accessing the internet once again. Radovan is off baby-sitting a very cool American guy whom we’re trying to persuade to shake off the Pentecostal guilt of his past and enjoy the delights of readily available and cute Prague boys.
He’s accompanied by an also very nice dude who’s trying to shake off his Canadian moralism vis a vis rent boys. We toured the . . .
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