It's not until a room gets a name other than it's original one, which makes it enter history. Formerly known as room No. 14 today it's time to call it "The Stripper's Room". Over weeks two young ladys were living in that room barely seen throughout daytime nor in nighttime. The only time I could trace some activity back to its origin was when my room mate entered our room with a big cheeky grin all over his face, which was telling me, that he had a great night in room No. 14. Hardly ever before had I seen someone striding along the floor with his chest so puffed out.
However, as a cleaner you get all the gossip. That's the best job I could possibly imagine during that period of living in the City Resort Hostel or also known as Shitty Resort Hostel" or as I would call it "The Hotel California." As a cleaner you will occasionally find a lot of useful left-overs such as: single beers, six-packs of beer, loudspeakers, headphones, heaps of tips, Lonely Planet guide books, other travel literature, ear plugs, DVD's, sim-cards, a guitar tuner, loads of food-storage boxes (which are ridiculously expensive). One of my mates who was also working as a cleaner he could even earn easy money by consistently entering the Stripper's Room without knocking at the door or waiting at all and "eventually" catching people shagging inside. Once one guy just stood up, went to the door, gave my colleague 20$ and told him to fuck off (well, to him, that was more a motivation to do it again, than not to do repeat it).
History has it that the strippers checked out of the hostel and we were entering and cleaning that room the first time in months. It took us 1.5 hours (with two people cleaning it) to get it done. The literally left a complete household behind: strippers dvds (Hot Moves), underwear, dresses, millions of coins, opened food, sealed food, condoms, make-up...
From now on a rich source of stories and gossip was gone. but it still would remain the Stripper's Room.