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#IHopeJohnRoberts finally reaches the cheap generic motel near the bus station where he's rented a room without ID for cash and goes to his ground-floor room #107 and puts his big old-school key with the diamond-shaped plastic fob into the physical metal lock but it doesn't fit so he reverses it and tries again but it still doesn't fit and then the door bursts open and he's confronted by a huge bald tattooed caraway-skinned guy with a fading but visible erection behind the grayish tighty-whities he's wearing and behind him on the bed Roberts notices a skinny naked woman he thinks of as "mulatto" with small deflated pancake breasts and clothespins ??? on her dark oval gravity-drawn nipples right before the huge man shoves him backwards yelling "this is not your fucking room!" and as Roberts sprawls backwards onto his back on the dirty concrete he sees the motel sign looming above him on its thick metal pole illuminated against the twilight sky and even as he's falling he notices it says "Rodeway Mo-Tel" whereas his is the "Road-Waze Motor Hotel" and gosh does he feel embarrassed as the guy kicks him once in the ribs (soccer-style because he's barefoot) and slams the door closed again.
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