Stomach churning, she pushed her heavy cart down the corridor.
"Housekeeping."
Nervously fingering the eviction notice tucked deeply into her uniform pocket, she entered Room 317. Mingled odors of aftershave, cigarettes, and stale beer assaulted her; chewing tobacco spit carelessly filled the sink.
As usual, No Tip.
Resignedly she worked, wondering how on earth she would make ends meet.
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