By Ivor Griffiths
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looking for a cab in the Beverly Hills Hilton clipping across marble chess board floors to play backgammon in ivory, could not remember that last day mum dressed me. Lobbys dry air is chilled, smelling of almonds and eucalyptus, beads of sticky outside air still cling to skin. Lost the game caught a cab, Century Plaza, liquor and luck. Sirens and air conditioning for four days straight, Spent the time in bed, fucking and drunk. ,br>Ivor Griffiths 2006
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