Trilby Hat: Unbranded
Owl Necklace: Unbranded
I do not even have to muck about the Indian jungle to fill my life with adventurous experiences as all it takes is booking a room in the cheapest hostel in Hradec Kralove to spend a couple of hours sleeping in after all day jamming at the Rock For People festival. The area was exactly how I would picture the Indian jungle Rudyard Kipling spent 12 years in on and off, or a ghetto in Soweto, neither of which I have ever visited, and if I had ever felt the urge to do so, there would be none of that vigorous endeavour left.
The morale of a fable I will never publish is when you somewhat fuck up and unintentionally book yourself in a gypsy/homeless asylum, do not, I repeat, do not resemble Posh and Becks lost in Central Africa and clear your mind of the plethora of horror films you watched prior to the unfortunate situation starting with Hostel Part 1 and Hostel Part 2. Although in fight for survival, the latter one could prove itself rather effective.
Providing neither you nor your boyfriend feel the intense euphoric sensation over the idea of getting yourselves raped, tortured and ultimately chucked into the sewage system right behind the very building, target any of the hotels catering for accomodation with no such threat at least. Exactly the thing we did in the end.
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