As I pulled up to the hotel, two police cruisers were departing. I found out why as I walked down the second floor hallway, skirting the possessions of a freshly evicted patron who was still arguing with a manager. When I got to the room, there was glitter in the carpet and bathroom (along with one long hair on the wall of the shower) and a couple of bobby pins on the floor. In general, the feel of living in an apartment in a poorer part of town persisted the two weeks I was down burying my father and trying to get things organized for my family. The stairwells smelled of cigarette smoke and a screaming baby or barking dogs could often be heard through the walls. If I used the keyed stairwell doors, I was worried I’d have to confront an unsavory person who was trying to tailgate through them. Neither my rental car or room were broken into, thank goodness, but I did not feel particularly safe during my stay. I’d stayed there with my family about 10 years ago while visiting my father and it felt like a long term option for business travelers on contract at nearby aerospace companies. This time it felt more like a flophouse.
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彼は私たちに可能な限り最高のサービスを提供してくれました。本当にフレンドリーなスペース、私たちは他のホテルのように本当に簡単で速く部屋に出入りしました!チームもとてもフレンドリーで幸せで、私たちを私たちが値するように扱いました
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