If I could give this hotel 0 stars, I would. From the moment we walked in, we were greeted by a smell that can only be described as a blend of mildew and regret. The room had all the warmth and charm of an abandoned gas station bathroom. The shower came complete with suspicious stains, a spider apparently paying long-term rent, and rusted chrome fixtures that made me wonder if a tetanus booster should be included at check-in. The refrigerator wasn’t even empty—it came stocked with complimentary leftovers from previous guests because apparently housekeeping decided, “Close enough.” There was also a roach confidently strutting around the room like he owned the place and I was merely a temporary guest. The dresser drawer wouldn’t shut, which really completed the haunted-house-meets-low-budget-horror-movie atmosphere. Need to iron your clothes? Not here. The iron didn’t work, there was no ironing board, and by that point I was convinced wrinkles were considered part of the hotel’s aesthetic. If you’re looking for odors, pests, rust, mystery stains, broken amenities, and an unforgettable lesson in lowering expectations, this is the place for you. Otherwise, save yourself the trouble and keep looking.
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