it's these substandard motels

On the corner of 4th and Fremont Street.Appealing, only cuz it's just that unappealing, any practiced Catholic would cross themselves upon entering.
The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde...and a habit of decomposing right before your very eyes. Along with the people inside...what a wonderful caricature of intimacy.
Tonight's tenants range from a lawyer and a virgin, accessorizing with a rosary tucked inside her lingerie. She's getting a job at the firm come Monday (the missus will stay with the cheating attorney); moonlighting aside, she really needs this money, a wonderful caricature of intimacy.
Not to mention the constable and his proposition for that "virgin." Yes, the one the lawyer met with on "strictly business"...as he said to the missus. Only hours before, after he had left, she was fixing her face with a compact. There was a terrible crash. Between her and the badge, she spilled her purse and her bag, and held a "purse" of a different kind...
Along with the people inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy.
There are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses, it's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses at the shade of the sheets and before all the stains. And a few more of your least favorite things.