Here’s the text of a note T. left for me in the hotel room.

I am not having a good day, Cranberry. Where the hell are you? If I catch you doing something sordid in the Red Light district, if I see you acting horrible and disrespectful and American in the Red Light District, I cut you to pieces. Do you understand? Do you understand!?! I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Jesus Christ the assholes on these streets. Where are you?????