“You wouldn’t believe some of the shit that takes place in these big hotels.” The Bellhop said as he lit his second cigarette. He offered one to the new guy as they stood out back on the loading dock. “I’ve worked here almost eight years now and I’ve been offered other jobs, better jobs they say. More money and all that shit but those other jobs can't offer what this one does. Stories. Bellhops and room service attendants; the best jobs in the place for a writer.”
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