Today one of the guests at the hotel had me make copies of an inspirational letter that he hands out to prostitutes. It was all about when you're sick of selling yourself you can turn to God. My favorite line was "I'm sorry for using my beauty to bring out the beast in men." This man thinks his mission is to save all the crack whores in the Cities and as a result he brings them all to the hotel.

Yesterday a man asked me if I was French. I told him I was American and asked why he would think I was French. He said he thought I was French because I was speaking a foreign language. I told him I was speaking Russian (to Vladimir the maintenance man) and he was like "Oh, so you're Russian!". Which, I suppose, is not an unreasonable assumption based on how few Americans speak foreign languages.