From the moment I walked in, I felt like I had entered the set of a horror movie. The room was a disaster – outdated furniture that seemed to have survived the Stone Age, a bed that might have been salvaged from a landfill, and a bathroom that made me question my life choices. The plumbing was a spectacle of its own, resembling a symphony of screeches and gurgles with every use.
The staff seemed to be operating on a different planet altogether. Their idea of customer service was a blend of indifference and incompetence. It felt like they were doing me a favor by allowing me to stay in their dilapidated establishment.