The broken elevator, the windows that couldn't be opened, the musty smell that suggested the place hadn't been lived in for a long time, and the bed that felt hollow when you sat down—our family was terrified. And since it was Valentine's Day, February 14th, and there were no rooms available, we ended up sleeping in our car. The child described it as a **. Because we were put in a disabled room on the first floor—one room with a sofa and one with a bed—the child found it frightening and left. A bad travel experience.
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