“You wouldn’t believe some of the shit that goes on 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. I’ve been offered other jobs, ‘better’ jobs they say. More money and all that shit, but those other jobs don’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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