I don’t like this
wallpaper.
The view is
bullshit.
That’s not a
bed it’s
a fucking postage
stamp.
The air-con
sucks
or maybe it
blows
either way – lose
it.
There’s no
absinthe
in the mini
bar
I don’t like that
concierge
he looks like
a narc
there’s only two
jacuzzis
where’s the
third?
The ceilings are
too low
or maybe the
floor
is just too
high
either way – change
them.
You could only
fit four
people in that tub
at a squeeze
is this some sort
of joke?
I’m tired. I don’t
need this.
Is this place
east-facing?
I specifically asked
for east-facing.
What’s that
smell?
It smells
like ass – lose it.
No white truffle
omelettes?
This room service is
a joke.
Those curtains are
fag curtains,
the tap water is
too cold
the gym equipments is
useless
the elevator is
too small
I don’t like the
architect
can we
sue?
I guess I’ll do
what
I always
do:
suffer in silence
because
some asshole in the
organisation
couldn’t be bothered
to find
something more suited
to my tastes
because it’s too
late
to change, because
I’ve got
a show to
do.
I mean what
city are
we in
anyway?
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