The alarm wholeed shrilly and I jolted awake. The clock read 4.30am. Really, in such a manner soon? The drone of traffic came from one side the double-glazing, no absorption from the thin nylon curtains.
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I was abruptly reminded of the hardness of the communist regulation mattress. The Rendezvous-Merry public-house despite the fancy name, is solitary a three-and-a-half star house of entertainment in the bowels of commercial Shanghai.
I perused the English paper left beneath my door as I took the lift down the apparently blessed 13 floors. ...