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I remember once in Prague, I took a short cut through an alley downtown and came upon a dealer slicing off a large chunk of dark brown hash for a customer with a serrated Delica.
It occurred to me that I was just across the street from a pub that was a known hangout for drug dealers. First thing through my mind was, "Hey, cool knife!" I didn't say anything, naturally, and just kept on moving.
