No sir. Look somewhere else.
Look for another place to lay your pretty head tonight (or whichever night). Do not book here. If you played the Hotwire.com lottery, and, got this place -- you got fucked.
That is my story. Hotwire: sometimes you want to find whoever conceived the idea and hug them nice and tight, give them kisses on the cheek. Other times, like this, you want to hold them by the throat with your dominant hand and slap them with your non-dominant until you feel that justice has been served.
The bathroom is -- there are no words for it really -- it is so dirty you do not want to wash yourself there. It is dirtier than any hostel (save for one) shower that I have ever been in contact with. I mean, that black moldy grime in the grout, it ....
That cannot be healthy. It is not a recent feature either; it has been like that for years, at least. A decade? Clean the fucking showers you assholes! You take bleach and dilute it with water (although here, it might require industrial-grade chemicals) and, ... ah, forget it. Fuck.
Hotwire: why do you do this?
This is a fucking one-star property for hotel ratings, not your preposterous two or two and a half or three or three and a half or whatever you assigned it! I have had this happen twice with Hotwire so far (luckily that is a small percentage), and, it makes me never want to be within fifty kilometres of a one star "Hotwire Hot Rate" motel because I cannot fathom how unpalatable it must be. Maybe one stars are like the thirteen floor in buildings; just supposedly not there. Unassigned.
There was this guy arguing with the front desk employee when we checked out. Did not look pretty or sound like it was going to end well. There is no front desk personnel there at night so if one is checking in late, there is a number posted outside the door that one calls to get them down. Check in starts at 3PM; check out is at 11AM.
Wi-Fi is free (albeit slow), and, the free breakfast is not an actual breakfast but some old, more-than-likely expired, muffins in a basket and coffee. There is a discount for The Good Egg, next door, if one shows them the room key (most positive aspect of having a room key for this property).
Parking is free and there are washers and dryers that you can pay to operate. Pet-friendly, apparently.
The bed is a bed so it is a smidgen better than sleeping on a fucking sidewalk, I suppose*. - E
Footnote: *Last night, on the strip, I did see three different people sleeping on sidewalks, and they looked fairly content with themselves and their living arrangements.