During college, I worked the front desk of a 5-star boutique hotel. The last summer before I graduated, a posh guest called the front desk to ask how much the painting in their suite would be to purchase. I checked with the owners, who informed me that it was not for sale but that I should thank the guests for their inquiry. The guests, who turned out to be Hollywood producers, were slightly offended. It was a wild experience.
My first job at 14 was cleaning rooms at a fairly cheap hotel. One guest was a long-stay businessman. He had porn magazines everywhere in his room. There also seemed to be a large amount of hair everywhere for a bald, middle-aged man. He didn't try to hide the porn at all, even though the entire cleaning staff was made up of underage girls. He was well aware because he was often there as we worked and also requested extra towels or other things from us.
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