<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Climax: True on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/climax-true/</link><description>Recent content in Climax: True on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/climax-true/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Duke Hotel</title><link>/stories/2011/12/20/the-duke-hotel/</link><pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/12/20/the-duke-hotel/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;When I was a young runaway I spent a summer working at The Duke Hotel in San
Franciscoʼs Tenderloin district. The hotel had new owners and they needed help. I was
given a small apartment and twenty dollars a week in exchange for painting, cleaning,
occasional shifts at the front desk, and various other duties. The hotelʼs clients were a
varied lot including winos, hookers of both sexes, drug addicts and other assorted
societal rejects. The manager was an ex-pimp named Mel. He was assisted by Karen
who I assumed was an ex-working girl and by his younger brother Mike.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>