I can. Just on the edge of hearing. The bell, summoning the bellhop, a crisp, no-nonsense voice saying, "Service, please."
The slightly tipsy giggle of a woman coming from the bar. The laughter of children. The muffled moans of the lovers. The sobbing of the abandoned and betrayed.
The occasional gunshot...
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