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Vancouver, BC. East Vancouver, mind you. We were many floors up so I assumed we'd have a lovely view through the window. All we got was a view of some smackheads sitting in a row along a fallen log telephone pole and an endless stream of homeless people drifting up and down the street. Two EXTREMELY weird guys started talking to me in the elevator, asking if I wanted to 'come see the fireworks tonight'. No thanks.
We left the hotel the next morning for a Travelodge in North Vancouver, but not before we got swarmed by hobos and numerous propositions by prostitutes. It wasn't the hotel itself I guess, it was the neighborhood.
Oh and also, I once stayed in a tacky-as-fuck Best Western in Cheyenne, WY. It's the one with the giant cowboy boot outside. The room was decorated like a fucking steakhouse and it was right near the train yard, from which the sound of shunting wagons and cows (?) came all night. It was like that hotel in My Cousin Vinnie.
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