Room 107 was filthy, musty and old. The bed sags so badly that a hammock would be more comfortable. Mystery drips on the blinds, splatters on the doors and trim, mildew and mold around the AC, and sticky floors. The musty air reeked of stale smoke, which drifted in from ashtrays placed right outside the only window. No drapes, only flimsy vertical blinds, meant zero privacy, and the paper-thin walls and ceiling made it impossible to sleep through the stomping upstairs. Security? Just a flimsy chain—no deadbolt. Absolutely awful. We paid handsomely for 2 nights but left at sunrise after just one miserable night.