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Day 2 - Shocking decision

9 p.m. We're finally back in that dirty room, away from all the kinky fetish people. The atmosphere between us is down. Greta is curled up in a ball on the bed, her face a blank expression, obviously processing information. Steve tries to talk about what he saw and starts stuttering. Irma holds her head in her hand and sighs loudly. I don't know if we've cut too big a bite. I don't know if I'll manage. I don't know if we'll ever be rewarded for this. We have decided which of us will find the courage to continue. We have reluctantly voted for another day in the Residence 51 hell. It cost us a lot of money and effort to get here in the first place. And we're still curious. We can't give up! Good night. Morning is brighter than night.

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Day 4 - Pissing Into the Eyes

7 p.m. - Irma takes a chance to get POV from the pissing balcony, she got pissed on by a mature woman and young girl, and the golden shower soaks her. Piss is tripping from her face and hair down and she still bravely holds the camera to catch the best fetish moments. I adore her for the drive she has, but I can't stand here for too long it does smell like sewage in here. The red-haired girl is the most obsessed item in here. She is rubbing dicks on her eyeballs and letting boys fuck her ear tunnel job. The guy is spitting in her eyes and she runs around everyone begging for more piss, which she enjoys in her eyes and mouth. She is intense. I can’t get over how they look happy and enjoy this extreme sex. It is enjoyable to watch because their fetish is fulfilling and I assume that's what it's this place about.

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Day 1 - Room Tour

11 p.m. We finally got to our room and we were all looking for the light switch, it's quite dark in here. Alex slammed the door and found there was no handle on the inside, we were trapped! We used the torch to find out where we were. The previous tourists had left Polaroid photos of themselves on the wall with messages. Irma's like scalded. We've got bunk beds, but only 4 beds and there are 5 of us. We all burst out laughing. The boys couldn't believe what we had booked for our stay. The bathroom looks like it's never been used or cleaned. Wait, Steve picked up a used condom with his bare hand. Oh, no. We girls are disgusted, but the boys are starting to like this fetishistic accommodation. Suddenly, the lights come on and a sweaty receptionist walks into our room with a big tray of something like a sausage with bread and mustard. The receptionist takes a bite of it in front of us to prove it's fresh. I appreciate her hospitality and kind attitude, but these are crazy conditions for an overnight stay and I don't even know if I'll eat it, but I'm very hungry. I think of my mother's hot dinners and mentally apologize to her for not being grateful enough for them. The receptionist reminds us that we have a health check in the morning. We finally get to bed, the lights are out again. For tonight, good night, pray for our team to do well.