2/10 - Terrível
charles f.
11 de ago. de 2025
Title: Like Camping in a Moldy Basement—But for Way More MoneyIf you’re fantasizing about a peaceful, picture-perfect getaway… bless your heart. You’re going to want to keep scrolling—unless your idea of luxury involves disappointment, mildew, and furniture that doubles as medieval punishment.Let’s start with the basics: outlets didn’t work. As for the Wi-Fi? I ended up using my own hotspot because the router couldn’t be powered on (thanks again, broken outlets), and the cord wasn’t long enough to reach the incoming data port. A tech-savvy dream, this was not.From the moment we walked in, it was clear the listing photos were taken in an alternate reality—or maybe just a different property altogether. Either way, they must’ve used the Photoshop “catfish” filter, because what we got looked like it hadn’t seen a vacuum, mop, or ounce of natural light since 2009.Cleanliness? Hilarious. The dust bunnies had formed a union and were eyeing us like we were the intruders. The towels—assuming you’re brave enough to use them—were a cross between emery boards and relics from a pickle factory. Yes, they smelled like dill pickles. I’m still trying to figure out what bodily function could’ve caused that.The “twin bed” that was promised? Spoiler alert: it was a futon masquerading as a couch, with all the structural integrity of a soggy graham cracker. I wouldn’t let my dog sleep on it—and he licks sidewalks for fun. One couch had a giant hole in the armrest, like someone tried to c
charles f.
Hospedou-se por 3 diárias em jul. de 2025