Maurice came by to collect the money I "still owned" Sunny. Guy was a real jerk about it, beat me up and stole the cash, and all that. He's lucky he works at a place like this, in a job where no one suspects he hides a different means of work.
This whole Hotel can go to Hell for all that I care. No matter where ya go, up or down, in or out, public or private, there's always some sick phony trying to push their Goddamn stupid rules or ideals by some dumb ass enforcement.
It's like the mob, in those gangster movies. On the outside, they seem trustworthy and alright, but once you start digging beneath the surface, you begin to see that they're nothing but immoral thieves, rouges, and killers.
Killers of innocence.
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