Of course, it was wonderful, squeaks the plastered smile.
I wrote this while I was there.
I could die here and no one would know for days. Maybe I already have. I wasn't able to resist, hooked one heel over the railing and leaned...
I am in a sort of limbo, clearly neither heaven nor hell. There are too many beautiful things here - exquisite snuff bottles etched with bats and butterflies, but it is a sort of hell, each room and restaurant as faceless and unfamiliar as the last.
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