The Miraflores Parkhotel upgraded me today to the presidential suite.
The suite is bigger than my New York apartment and has a balcony with a small but cozy swimming pool.
For one second I thought of inviting twelve prostitutes to make good use of the suite, but then I realized that this was an awkward way to thank the hotel for the upgrade.
So I worked on my new novel instead.
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