Step into the bathroom, and you’ll be greeted by the charming sight of urine stains on the toilet seat and curly hairs thoughtfully left behind by an unknown number of previous guests. The bathtub? Not a single bar of soap—perhaps cleaning is just a myth here. I had the absolute pleasure of spending an hour scrubbing the bathroom myself, and honestly, considering my hourly rate, they should be paying me to stay here. In the corner, a fruit cup collection left behind by God-knows-how-many former occupants, truly a historic touch. The front desk phone? A beautiful decorative piece—it never actually works. The one silver lining? The mattress is somewhat comfortable, though the pillows carry a bonus feature: the distinctive scent of body oil from someone who clearly doesn’t believe in showering. If I could, I’d give them negative stars.