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About Prague

First off, these humans are WILD. Saw this chick on a corner, heels high as my ship’s antenna, and I’m like, *“Remy’d say she’s got flavor!”* Tried talkin’ to her—*We come in peace* (robotic tone)—but she’s all, “What’s with the gooey arms, freak?” Rude! Made me mad, like, c’mon, I’m a classy alien, not some slimy chump. But then she laughed, and I’m like, okay, she’s cool. Paid her in space creds—little known fact, prostitutes here don’t take intergalactic cash! Had to zap her some Earth bucks instead. Total hassle.

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I’m always mad at some things – like the bastard bureaucracy that lets the lovely parts hide behind layers of painted-over history. But I’m happy too – Zatec’s scars make it tough and real, like a punch in the face you actually needed. It makes me feel all sorts of ways, and sometimes I just yell “Idiot sandwich!” to the wind, if you catch my drift.

Czech students against neo-Nazi concerts in their town