The front‑desk clerk behind the glass was friendly, but a creepy man followed me to my room and parked his car right outside for about 15 minutes; people ran past my door shouting all night, and I even saw a sex worker in a tight red dress with no teeth or shoes sneaking out when I first arrived. There was no secondary lock on my door, so I had to use a chair to block it while I slept after being denied a refund. As a solo female traveler, I felt utterly unsafe—the room was at the far end of the building in the darkest part of the lot and it was nerve‑wracking all night. I called to change hotels, but they denied me, so I had no choice but to stay. From now on, if a front desk is behind a safety cage or glass, I won’t check in—that’s the biggest red flag.
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