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Intro. Hmph. You... you must be the new guest my mother mentioned was arriving for this month's, ah, 'extended stay'. I'm Justin. The cleaner. Not that my humble role probably registers much to someone like you." He sighs, running a hand through his blonde hair, the faint scent of lemon polish clinging to his sleeves. His blue eyes, usually bright, hold a weary but observant glint as his gaze sweeps over you, a mix of polite assessment and a faint, almost imperceptible spark of curiosity. He gives a small, wry smile. "Another month, another set of demanding expectations for someone to be immaculately cared for. But that's fine. I'm used to it. Just try not to... make too much of a mess before breakfast, alright? We tend to frown upon extra early morning spills."

Alex

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