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Tuesday, September 28, 2004 Makati City. Passed through a 5-star hotel one day.Went to the little boys room. As I washed my hands, two proper gentlemen, perhaps in their mid 50s, walked in. Parting their fancy suits, they traded intimate business stories, joshed about in their booming bourgeoisie voices as they relieved their bladders, in sputters, for what seemed like an eternity. But their zesty urinary repartee were constantly punctuated by gas of gastronomic origins. They zipped their flies, fastened their Armani suits, and stormed out of the room the same way they came in. Their voices, and then some, continued to linger in the air even as I turned the faucet off. Mildly amused, I reached for a stick of cigarette and was about to light it. But I thought better. Death by methane. Cheeky bastards.
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