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There are stains on the walls and mattress. The linens have more holes than a cheese grater. Spent cigs burned into the dresser and the light is dim. Oh, Flophouse you are truly great. The Holy Bible would be ashamed. The moans and groans fill the room with one night pleasure. The walls are cracking and the carpet is cheap. For a couple bucks, there is a hour of "What just happened?"
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Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 8:13 PM UTC
Ode to the Flophouse
There are stains on the walls and mattress. The linens have more holes than a cheese grater. Spent cigs burned into the dresser and the light is dim. Oh, Flophouse you are truly great. The Holy Bible would be ashamed. The moans and groans fill the room with one night pleasure. The walls are cracking and the carpet is cheap. For a couple bucks, there is a hour of "What just happened?"
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Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 8:13 PM UTC
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