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I found myself wandering through downtown Prague late night feeling a warm glow in my belly induced by a green goddess.  I’m listening to music blaring from dance clubs and watching people milling about the streets.  Czech, English and German blend into an incomprehensible babble.

This is a pretty intense town.  I’ve had my fair share of pilsners, absinthe and Becherovka.  Some might suggest I got a little ahead of schedule.  I’m ready to rock although a return to my apartment would be the sensible option.

This is one city that lives up to its reputation and then some.  The insanity seeps ominously into the night fog.  But it gets a little out of hand when I find myself being accosted by an aging Czech hooker.

I’m sauntering along minding my own business when I’m approached by a woman at least twice my age.  She starts speaking to me in Czech.

Out of politeness, I ask “Sprechen sie Engliss?”

“English?  American?” she asks

 “Yes.”

“Oh good.”

I realize that I’m not in Kansas anymore.  She starts grabbing at my shirt and trying to hug me.  Her English isn’t that good but I have a good idea what she’s saying.  She is trying to proposition me.  I have no interest.  I just want to get the fuck away from her.

All she’s doing is keeping me away from my next beer and making me wax nostalgic for Amsterdam.  She tries to hug me and continues making her pitch.

“No, no.  Goodbye.  Nashledanou.”

I’ve already been rolled once in this city.  This is not a hassle that I need.  I pull away and walk on.  It was too much even for a sick pup like me.  I hate to be a snob but if I’m going to shed some Koruna or USD, I would like to set my standards a bit higher than that.

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