When I arrived, the second floor smelled strongly of rotting fish. Dirty towels were piled up in the hallway, and I literally had to step over them just to reach my room.
The front desk clerk made things even more unsettling—she asked if my boyfriend was a local, because “locals aren’t allowed to stay here.” While he isn’t local, that comment immediately made me feel like the area was unsafe.
On top of that, the back stairwell door leading to the second floor was broken, which meant anyone from outside could just walk in and head upstairs. Between the broken security, the smell, and the overall lack of cleanliness, I felt unsafe during my stay.