Can you give no stars? So after a long night at a Christmas party down the street we decided to get a room and not a DUI. As soon as we parked I had a feeling by morning my car would be stolen. We walked into the smallest cigarette hot box I've yet to see in Vegas. I'm a smoker but I was dying in there. We find the registration desk and we obviously interrupted the girls text conversation. She was very dismissive. Barely said a word and slapped down a form to sign and gave us the total bill. Ok whatever. I'm tired. Let's just go to sleep. We get to the room. Standard nasty room. But there's no blankets? Just sheets? Weird. Go to the bathroom. Two hand towels to shower with. Just keeps getting better. I don't care. I need to sleep. NOPE! We didn't get an offer to rent by the hour but apparently this was that kind of place. The walls are paper thin. The lady of the night next door must have made a killing that night. It was funny at first but after the third time the door shuts and the moans begin I was over it. I stuck it out to get sober enough to drive home and left.