Επισκέπτης Χρήστης
18 Φεβρουάριος 2024
The Ashley Hotel left me utterly disappointed. From the moment I stepped into the lobby, I sensed an air of neglect and decay. It's as if time had forgotten this place, and unfortunately, so had the management. The rooms reeked of dampness, like a forgotten cellar. The musty odor clung to the walls, the curtains, and even the bed linens. It felt like sleeping inside a soggy sponge. The walls had bad plastering and the wallpaper peeled off in patches. The furniture seemed to have been rescued from a time capsule. The bed creaked like an ancient ship, and the chairs wobbled dangerously. I half-expected a ghostly figure to appear and demand its antique back. The pièce de résistance was the thriving mushroom colony. Yes, you read that right. Mushrooms sprouted from the corners, as if the bathroom doubled as a secret fungi garden. I half-expected a gnome to pop out and offer me mushroom tea. Housekeeping? More like house-napping. The cobwebs in the corners seemed to have settled in for a long-term lease. I half-expected them to start paying rent. Final Verdict The Ashley Hotel is a time capsule of misery. If you're seeking an authentic "damp, dirty, and mushroom-infested" experience, this is your spot. Otherwise, I recommend you run – run far away, like a startled deer escaping a ******* forest.
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