Lol. Not a chance.

As you hurry down the corridor of the nasty, grimy little hotel, you can hear the grunts and squeaks that tell the tale. This place is obviously one of those hotels in the so-called “developing world” where white men (and women…) come to “enjoy life”, away from the prying eyes of police and the judgmental stare of their colleagues. You’ve heard of the tales. It’s much worse than you imagined.

You take the turn, and there is a very large woman sat at a desk. On the desk, a sign says “Okoume N’toto, Cleaning Manager”. Not much cleaning seems to be going on, but she sizes you downs and says:

“The money, honey”.