Prague. Only been once in the late 90's, and that was enough. Litre mugs of Urquell, Budvar and Staropramen, washed down with quadruple absinthes and red bull. Cheap local speed. Seeing things in the shadows, hearing voices on the wind, tapping at the windows. Lost all sense of reason and was having sex with hookers down side streets as the morning broke. All the time, everyone you spoke to told you it was better/cheaper in the countryside. Come to the countryside. Leave your friends and come with us to the countryside. 24hr sex clubs in soviet era nuclear bunkers in the countryside. Loose yourself in the countryside. A man can lose himself in the countryside and never find himself again. The horror. The. Horror.
