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Thursday, October 1, 2009
Motel. Bed and breakfast. Flophouse. Dive. ' Dilaver beamed. 'Hotel. Yes. My uncle he owns. Much good price. Two million Turkish lira per night. You get good deal. I make sure no cockroaches in bed. ' I scowled. 'I bet you would given.
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