I checked into my "Garden Room" and realized I had made a mistake when I had to leave the main tower, walk through a congested parking lot to this motor lodge looking building. There was a smell of mold in the dark hallway and when I walked into the room, I saw this. I immediately called the front desk and in my best Spanish I said "hell no I am not staying here". It had a rattan element of 1940's old Caribbean combined with the smell of past escorts. Not good.
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