It was a black shop. It was in terrible condition. It was as dirty and shabby as a ********. The boss was stingy and arrogant. He looked down on the tenants and thought they were here because they were poor. (I laughed because he was afraid he had never played with himself when he was young. No. I know that the purpose of staying in a youth hostel is to meet interesting people and not dare to live alone). The air conditioner was broken and he refused to repair it and didn’t turn on the lights (because he felt that the price was worthy of such a messy environment). I couldn't find anyone, so I communicated well through the platform and rushed into the room in the middle of the night to throw my things out and let the dog out. I noticed that my family came to Disney to stay at the Xiuyan Road subway station. There are many very close, good and cheap youth hostels. Don’t make the wrong choice because of poor information. Don’t just look at the average score and look at the real negative reviews (I regret not looking carefully because I thought the score was passable). You will find that their actual score should be a few points, and the good reviews are all given by resident migrant workers. I've been too lazy to write because they have so many heartfelt bad reviews that I can't miss one. I'm a bit lazy. I just happened to be at Disneyland again today and I'm just munching on skewers while writing this.
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