Whoever lives in this room is really unlucky for me.
I don't want to give any of it
I use one word to describe it: "prison"
The picture I placed the order clearly showed a warm and clean environment.
Not to mention the smell of sweat as soon as you enter.
Indian chanting is still playing on the first floor...
I directly doubted life, and from then on I didn’t like the city of Johor Bahru at all.
(I didn’t take any pictures. It was so disgusting. I left as soon as possible. I didn’t even ask for taxes and fees for the two-night stay... After negotiating with the platform, the hotel refused to pay the check-out fee. I was really poor and crazy.)
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