A night in St Louis
August 8th 2007 After getting off the greyhound early because of all the grief we made our way to the hostel. What a skip!! The owner had hairy ginger arm pits and she stank of pish you could smell her before you seen her! She was the first thing we walked into when we got there.... what a nice surprise, she was. We went inside to check in and we were told we were getting a double room for the same price as 2 sin
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