Anonymous User
September 4, 2021
It's not good anyway. On the side of the road, people on the road can be heard at night; the room is dirty, the sheets are stained like blood, and many holes are broken; I saw a mark of a hot cigarette butt on the wall. There was soot, I wiped it off myself; the disposable slippers were also dirty; the table was also dirty; the lock felt like it could not be locked. It's a terrible experience. I really doubt that they can clean up, so it's so obvious that no one cares about it. There was breakfast, but I didn't eat it. I left as soon as I got up in the morning. I woke up with a feeling of aftermath. The front desk was okay.
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