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It's these substandard motels on the corner of 4th and Fremond street. They're appealing only because they're just that unappealing; any practised catholic would cross themselves upon entering!

The rooms have a hint of asbestos, and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde, and a habit of decomposing right before your very eyes, along with the people inside!

Oh, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy[edit | edit source]

Tonight tenants range from: a lawyer and a virgin accessorising with the rosary tucked inside her lingerie. She's getting a job at the firm come Monday, while the mrs. will stay with the cheating attorney. Moonlighting aside, she really needs the money. A wonderful caricature of intimacy

Yeah, and not to mention...[edit | edit source]

the constable and his proposition; yes, the one the lawyer met with on "strictly business", or as he said o the mrs.

Well, only hours before...[edit | edit source]

after she had left she was fixing her face in a compact, and there was a terrible crash!. Bewteen her and the badge, she spilled her purse and her bag, and held a purse of a different kind.

Oh, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy[edit | edit source]

There are no raindrops on roses or girls in white dresses, it's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses at the shade of the sheets before all the stains; and a few more of your least favourite things.