It's a very old and dilapidated small hotel. It doesn't matter how old it is. The elevator still has to be pulled in and out with a sliding door, and it can only accommodate one or two people at a time, so it's very inconvenient for you to go in and out every time. The interior of the room is very simple, the walls are dirty, and the sound insulation is extremely poor. You can even hear the sound of the water pipe being turned on in the partition room, and there is a foul smell. The most outrageous thing is that there is a fat uncle at the front desk. He is not at his job all day long. He just stands outside the hotel smoking and chatting with some women. When I checked out, I injured my hand and had to wait for the housekeeper to help open the elevator door. When I finally got downstairs at 11:17am, the uncle said that I would be fined 20 euros for checking out late. I said this was unreasonable, but he said no. If he paid, I would call the police. I stood waiting for him for half an hour and urged him to call the police many times. However, he was never brave enough to call the police because he knew very well that if the police came, they might accuse him of fraud.
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