Basil White will hurt you.
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I stay in a lotta crummy hotels. Super 8 before the upgrade. Unlicensed Four. Give my credit card to the desk clerk, gives me a key, bullwhip and snake juice. Continental breakfast is whatever you can trap. So I go in, hang my food from the ceiling, to protect it from the bears. I met a native woman with towels. My faithful companion Consuela. I don’t understand her colorful language, but she’s very clean.
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