Perhaps if I was a trafficking victim, this place would have felt more comfortable.
There was a heavy odor of body odor, cheap perfume, and cigarette smoke in the lobby which only intensified in the hallways and reached its crescendo in our room.
The sheets had mysterious stains and marks on them. Two of the pillows had to be completely discarded for that reason. We slept with all our clothes on.
If we hadn’t been so exhausted, we’d have left. Asking for a new room would have been futile, as the smells and issues pervaded the entire property.
There was damage to the inside of the bathroom door at the bottom that appeared to have been made by some living thing chewing it’s way out.
The one redeeming quality is that the staff, while looking like they’d rather be absolutely anywhere else, were friendly.
