First room smelled like stale smoke, had a broken deadbolt lock, and no phone. Second room had beer bottles next to the bed, sticky substance all over nightstand, oily residue and stains all over the arm chair, and weird substance on the tile floor just inside the door. There was a man with a stack of key-cards who was trying every door. When I told the front desk, they assured me he worked there (he didn’t) and when I clarified that he wasn’t the painter, as they had assumed, the front desk told me the man was mentally ill and did strange things often.