Omg.... This has got to be the funky cheap motel that Ricky Martin was singing about. Except in Vegas, not NYC. We didn't book anything ahead of time road trippin to South Dakota so I just pulled in here. Plenty of other hotels, sure, that's why my BF was so reluctant. Yikes, should've trusted him.
Quite crappy. Have all the basic amenities but first thing I did was toss the comforter to the side as I'm sure they never wash that shit. My BF wouldn't even wander the room without his socks on. Lol!
First thing I saw when I turned on the TV was porno. The cheapo cougar kind, for the most part. It was kinda fun. And funny. Odd experience. They've mirrors front n back of bed. Kinky.