Come for the location, stay for the nightmares!I’ve stayed in tents and hostels, but nothing prepared me for this. The “beds” had paper-thin sheets and pillows stuffed with what felt like crumpled napkins. No blankets. The AC? Strictly decorative—enjoy sweating through your napkin-pillow.The shower doors clung to life, mold thrived in every corner, and the walls were an art exhibit of scuffs, splatters, and even a shoe print (??). Half the outlets didn’t work, the TV was for show, and the couch was a Jackson Pollock of mystery stains. One toilet ran nonstop like it was training for a marathon, and there were no extra linens, barely enough toilet paper, and zero welcome amenities—not even coffee or water.The only saving grace was the location: shops nearby and cabs easy to hail (which, frankly, we used often to escape the apartment). Otherwise, bring your own sheets, Lysol, blankets, AC unit, hazmat suit, and sense of humor.