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Today I bid farewell to a friend. Not a good friend, but really, a friend that you don't like but can't seem to get rid of. So goodbye to you, LEGGEE (Let's Go Guide Eastern Europe). Your crappy maps, uneven hostel recommendations, and missing/outdated info will not be missed. Usually people don't speak ill of the dead, but there really is no redeeming quality about you. I would use you for toilet paper, but unfortunately, even the sandpaper-like buttwipe found in Eastern Europe would be preferrable to using you. You would probably only give me a terrible rash. I hope you are not like a Ouija board - I would crap myself if one day I am digging through my backpack and find you staring back at me like a ghostly, ghastly apparition. Farewell! It was not nice knowing you. I only hope I can rid myself of your Italian cousin soon. To hell, where you belong!