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Throwing silk sheets over a worn mattress I cannot fathom the idea of you sleeping here you accidentally pulling a corner off and seeing the stains beneath. This hotel has been vacant for months. But that doesn’t mean the guests before you Were kind to it. They said **** it’ Left the mess for house keeping, Blood stained walls Feathers from ripped pillows A maid sighs and shakes her head Ten dollar tip for wasted effort Have to put the pieces back together again Vacancy sign illuminated again. Do not do this to me again. Cleaning supplies are expensive. And this business has made me so poor
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Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 12:20 AM UTC
Millennials are killing the hotel market
Throwing silk sheets over a worn mattress I cannot fathom the idea of you sleeping here you accidentally pulling a corner off and seeing the stains beneath. This hotel has been vacant for months. But that doesn’t mean the guests before you Were kind to it. They said **** it’ Left the mess for house keeping, Blood stained walls Feathers from ripped pillows A maid sighs and shakes her head Ten dollar tip for wasted effort Have to put the pieces back together again Vacancy sign illuminated again. Do not do this to me again. Cleaning supplies are expensive. And this business has made me so poor
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Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 12:20 AM UTC
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