Somehow word has gotten out that the very back of the smoking section in the IKEA restaurant in Zličín is the place for young men to make some extra cash.
(Miro and I go there every morning for free coffee and to freshen up in the store’s large, handicapped-only pooping stall.)
Oh, not in a big way, but I have noticed that every day there’s one or two teen . . .
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