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So on Sunday, the lighboard was lit up behind a America West themed room, with wraparound mirrors, and a wall-sized poster of grazing horses. The room photo also boasted some sort of white wagon-cum-car bed apparatus promising some novel bedtimes.
Upon arrival in number 407, we discovered that the car was missing from under the bed, but the room itself was redeemed by the tall gold letters over the bed reading "Cowntry & Westarn." This filled my heart with some great joy for the entire stay.
There was a sex-toy vending machine, beverage vending fridge, TV and VCR vending setup (non-functional), next to a giant glass painting of a dour looking young native american lady. All this under large gold letters reading "Sheriff Office" which they managed to spell correctly, though Sheriff is a more rare and difficult word.
On the TV, there were three channels of porn, all of Japanese origin. One channel was devoted to watching a woman in her underwear futzing about in her apartment, reading a magazine, composing short mail on her mobile phone, watching the TV, drinking tea from a plastic bottle. Occasionally she stroked herself, or adjusts her naked breasts. I left it on as though someone else is inhabiting the apartment next door and I can watch in a sort of companionable surveillance, as Ayako has already showered and bathed and headed to bed and I have stayed up to work at the tiny table with an even smaller wooden chair.
For example, room 308, perhaps doing to traditional Japan what room 407 did to the American west: