I knew we were in trouble when the check-in counter turned out to be little more than a window, behind which sat a quiet little man with long, broken, dirty fingernails. He moved slowly and took a long time to check us in, the last step of which was him turning on the circuit breakers to send electricity to our room. And the room did feel like nobody had been in there for ages. It was old and dreary. There were no amenities to speak of. We had to pull a nightstand away from the wall to find an outlet to recharge our phones. We stayed there as a last-minute spur-of-the-moment emergency when no other motel had availability. I can't say that I saw anything visibly wrong, but if you're at all squeamish, I wouldn't recommend it.
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