I’d been curious about Hotel Milo for a while, so I was excited to get the chance to stay there for a week. Unfortunately, it was one let down after another. I arrived late at night, pulling up to the valet to ask where self parking was. The valet informed me that I could park down the street and around the corner in the neighborhood, which I did. I lugged my suitcase back to where I began, through the door, (the valet was now nowhere to be found) and up to the desk to be greeted by a smirky young chap who took my card and marked an x on the map. From there I ventured onward, up the stairs & into what I would describe as human storage. I inspected the cement cell and observed there was no bathtub and I returned to the front desk to inquire about changing rooms. My friend from earlier pretended to check the computer before telling me there were no other rooms available. Odd, considering I didn’t see another guest for the duration of my stay. I proceeded then to take a journey to the pool, which was located down the street. I took the back route, through a maze of alleyways, the kind in which you imagine people getting abducted and sold into human trafficking. After a a sleepless night in my prison, which I discovered was located above something which vibrated the entire place and made a noise which I can only compare to that of an airplane hanger, I amended my reservation and checked out. If in the future I ever want to make a back alley deal, I’ll stay at hotel Milo. Fin.
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