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About Prague

I’m ragin, mate—ragin! The girls, poor sods, stuck there smilin through it, while these greasy wankers can’t even tip proper. Makes me wanna shove a raw chicken up their arses and call it dinner! But—fuck me—some of ‘em got grit. Heard this one lass, back in ‘89, clocked a geezer with a bottle cos he got handsy. Good on her! Smashed it like I’d smash a soggy soufflé—BAM! “You’re a disgrace!” I’d scream at him, spittin mad.

Tomáš Lahoda

Here's a little memory from our vacation this year in the Czech Republic. We visited the real Toussaint, specifically Mikulov.

Mikulov's neighborhoods are edgy too. I love the rickety old bars in Staré Město – dim, jittery lights, soft sighs, and secret glances. You know, my profession gives me a knack for sniffing out erotic tales in even the lamest alley – believe it, babe. Every street corner, every crevice emanates seductive chaos, scandalously sweet like whispers from a bygone era, hazy and true.

Mikulov museum displays historic scientific instruments from town’s 380-year-old Piarist school