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Is the Emory the Most Private Hotel in the World?

It took me a while to locate the entrance to The Emory. At first, I chalked it up to my notoriously horrendous sense of direction—drop me off a few blocks from my apartment that I’ve lived in for five years, and there’s a good chance I’ll still get…
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Are you a hotel buffet bandit?

Last week, on a Swedish train somewhere between Linkoping and Mjolby, as I struggled to open a bag of cheesy doofers that was to serve as my lunch, my travel companions began unwrapping their own picnics. Some, like me, had made hasty and…
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