I was up at the top of two huge flights of stairs. The walls were paper thin and I could hear every noise next door until the wee hours. Shipping trucks were clunking on the street, nobody visited my room for housekeeping once in a three-night stay, I had no fresh coffee, no fridge in room. No ice machine. The restaurant was closed, the girl at the office acted like it was a bother to do anything. It like an old, lonely, abandoned hotel.
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