I never realised until recently how much I hate hotels
Sleeping on beds used by strangers
Cleaned by strangers
Nothing is ever really sure
You are moved by aesthetics, romanced by the idea of adventure…
It’s never really an adventure, you are exhausted, of course the fridge isn’t working, neither is the AC but you do not care.
Oh, they lied about power as well but you are done for the night by morning, you’ll make slightly better decisions.
And the bedsheets are never cleaned and yes, two or more definitely fucked on it.
So you’re fucked either way.
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Brazen with Vanessa 