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Excuse my English, but I'm not allowed to switch the keyboard here. It's 3:30 AM, I'm in Prague, I have insomnia, I am sitting in the hall of my hotel and typing this. No, everything is quite right with me, just some insomnia because of overexcitement. No, I'm not drunk; no, I haven't had absinthe. Yet. Yeah, and I've been a good girl, I haven't visited the museum of sex machinery. Yet. Nor the museum of medieval torture instruments (if they are two separate museums, what I sometimes doubt judging from the advertising photos), by the way - as well, not yet.

What I HAVE seen and heard already - under cut.

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