[Public]Is getting dropped into another door the standard trade-off for living through a hotel thing without some trauma?
Fucking Gotham. And I thought East Tremont was the world's asshole.
[Ra's swap]I usually go with coffee the morning after. Or a stiff drink.
[Anon]There's a guy. Blond, long hair, jeans with grease all over. [...] You
probably woke up sore.