My first impression came from the two drunks passed out on the front steps, my next sight was the obese prositute hanging out in the lobby asking all passerby if they wanted some "company". The front desk clerk was a gum-chewing hard-bitten lesbian youth with no time for guests who wanted to check into their prepaid rooms. She had more important things to do, like talking on the telephone and holding hands with her biker chick gurrrlfriend.
The first room I was given had an enormous blinking red neon sign outside the bedroom window. Even with the curtains shut I felt I had been transported from San Diego to Abu Ghraib for interrogation.
The second room condition was horrific. Stained carpets, moldy mildewy smell, and peeling paint on both the exterior and interior walls, also since when should the color of the pool water be GREEN.
The neighborhood surrounding this hotel is ghetto...there are police cars on constant patrol, not for your safety, but to arrest the miscreants who rape and pillage the surrounding streets.
This hotel currently rates as the worst stay of my life, beating out the night I spent on the floor of Heathrow and the time I was stranded at the Israeli border and slept in my car for a week.
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