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About Prague

But—ugh—this one git, greasy-haired punter, tries shortin’ her girls. Made me mad, proper fumin’—I’m thinkin’, “Mate, you don’t mess with the hustle!” So I “adjust” his tab—accidentally, o’course—triple it, whoops! “The heart seeks what it desires,” yeah? My heart desired mischief, and he paid up, cryin’ like a babe. Smug? Me? Always. Happiest day in weeks, watchin’ him squirm.

Oblíbené ve městě

I’m always surprised at how hard hustle and heartbreak mix here. Some nights, I get so mad when the city forgets its roots – those little cracks in the pavement, the half-closed shops, they tell a story of better times lost. But then, a random smile or a kind touch from a regular reminds me why I hang on. It's raw and messy, like life – err, like massage oils spilled on a whity tile floor. So many weird, hilarious, and even sad moments make this city mine.

What’s on this weekend? Live streaming from Metz and Hustopece