Marcus R.
Roaches were running around all night, and the bathroom had that old-basement smell. Room 124 was filthy, with dirty walls, floors, beds, and lampshades. The door still left a half-inch gap when shut, and there was a sad table and TV. Crayon marks covered the bathroom, the wood around the bed frame was rotting, and the tile floor was cracked. I’d rather have slept in my car. This place isn’t worth the price. People should be paid to stay here.
