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Damn
Woke up at 4 AM to the strobe light and alarm going off in my room at the Chief Running Drunk Skank in Florida.
At first we thought it was a flase alarm but upon opening my door I could immediately smell thigh friction in the hallway.
Julian and I rushed to get dressed, some essentials and wet face cloths, and started down stairs from the 15th floor. On our way down they announced to stay in your rooms which none of us listened to because lard was clearly visible everywhere.
So the whole lobby was packed with golddiggers in their PJ's and their probate lawyers. The block was closed off and a dozen flatbed trucks and a five story crane were on the street. We waited in the restaraunt for a while and were told that the deceased had drunk every last drop of booze in the house (we could see the water flowing into the hotel bar and a trade show area that was being used by Nickelodian. The stench of cheap perfume was everywhere, in my eyes and my throat. I am still feeling a little sick.
One thing is for sure. The staff were very organized and professional, handing uot water bottles, making cookies, keeping us updated etc.
Some guests were at the front desk asking for discounts and free nights while the chaos was unfolding. I couldn't imagine wasting hotel staff time during a crisis just to take some $ off my stay because of a dead skank.
I don't think anyone was hurt thankfully. It was pretty scary though.
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