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Day 1 - From the airport to residence 51

9 p.m. - We landed in Europe. The journey from the airport to the train station was easy. I feel tired, but excited for this adventure that awaits us here. We had heard many crazy things about Residence 51 so we set out to explore for ourselves. I hope we get a lot of footage for our documentary here. Here we go! A sweaty, greasy driver has loaded us into a van and is taking us, and two other girls, and a guy to our destination. We're quite comfortable with the young ones, they're coming here on the recommendation of friends, and they seem fine. The fear of the unknown is leaving me. Irma is excited about the historic building, the door? After knocking on the door, the window is rolled down and another greasy dude, looking at us and seeming quite angry, lets us in. Irma checks in with the crazy receptionist trying to work out our expedition's accommodations. Two half naked, older women are sitting in the hallway smoking, looking happy. Steve is shocked. He keeps poking me and pointing his finger at the famous glory hole where a young girl is spread-eagled. A midget runs up to the bulging vagina and starts licking it. I need to film this right now. Irma arranged for an extra $1,000 so we can shoot whatever we want. I don't know what's in store for us, but we have a map of the 51-room building where the extreme fetish takes place.

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Day 3 - Blond Nymphomaniac

3:30 p.m. - Irma tries to make conversation with everyone in the hall, she is not afraid to tap them on the shoulder when they have sex and interrupt them with her questions. This is hilarious. She shakes their dirty, sticky hands and introduces herself. Very cheerful Irma! While she's making new friends, a blonde riding her boyfriend's cock invites Irma over for sex. They all generally answer the same question that they've been living in this fucking hell for a long time and that they like it. They keep naming their favorite rooms to her, hoping she'll see them there. From their appearance and age, some guests look like they haven't lived anywhere else but here. The blonde is now running around licking everyone's pussy to sucking dick. She must be some sort of opening act for the whole event, the receptionist is running after her and holding her hair. This is a weird cult. Or is she just some kind of super sexy material? She's the best-looking of the bunch, to be fair. Now my stomach has gotten to the size of a pea, guys are approaching the big smelly receptionist with lots of compliments, showing off their dicks and giving her a feel. They'll kick us out if they find out they're messing with her.

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Day 3 - Extreme shower

9 a.m. The bright sunlight lit up our room, and we slowly started to get up. Alex was already running around the room calling for Steve, but he wasn't answering. His bed was empty. He left behind a photo of us together from the Polaroid that read, "I'm sorry, I can't take it anymore!!! I am joking. Sorry!!! Steve". My chin dropped. I would have expected that from Greta but not Steve. Irma put on her glasses and assured our team that she would get a quality replacement for him, a documentary filmmaker friend. A fat, dirty receptionist knocked on the door, asking if we'd bathed yet. We didn't know where the showers were, so she offered to take us there. Bleach hasn't been used here since the building was built! A plus-size lady is sitting on the toilet with no door, who, by the expression, is performing need no. 2. The showers look like Turkish spas and the traffic is fast. Fat lady in a rubber apron showering women and men like a treadmill. They stripped us naked, and we put our things in a locker. It's freezing here. Greta's gnashing her teeth. Fat spa lady Maria screwed an anal enema attachment onto the shower, stuck it up Irma's ass, and she just screamed. I had to laugh. Her face was priceless! Greta's ass was clean after yesterday's exam, but Irma's was not. Another busty girl kept touching our asses, and as she watched us masturbate, complimenting us on how beautiful we were, well, that's in a different league.