Needed some time away, left on a holiday. Just took my bike and rode, until my ass felt sore. Some town in middle France, no signs of any romance. First hostel on the right, looked good enough by night. Bonsoir, bienvenue, est-ce-que vous êtes perdu? I asked to stay the night, somehow she seemed surprised. First floor, second left, don’t think I’ll ever forget. So far everything well, ‘till I picked up that smell. Then this whole trip turned to a nightmare, what was I supposed to do. Should’ve left while I still could, I should’ve thought this whole thing through. Greetings from Angerville. The food sucks and I’m feeling ill. The water’s cold, the mattress hard. An empty minibar. What am I doing here? There’s nothing on TV. This whole room smells like fart. Just fill up that minibar.
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