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The Motel 6 on Tropicana Ave. in Las Vegas is a fantastic destination if you wish to return from your vacation with a questionable rash, and the necessity to burn all of your clothes.
My friends and I decided to have a Vegas vacation one weekend, but since we were all still college students we needed to do it on a budget. Upon arrival, we walked up the stairs to the second floor and noticed that we were actually walking crooked because the concrete was so uneven. We giggled about the ghetto appearance of the motel/shack, proceeded to our room, and found a pool of vomit right outside the door next to ours. We entered the room only to be met by a most unpleasant smell. Due to the evidence of what I had already observed, I decided to do a total investigation of the room. My discoveries included a toilet full of urine, and pubic hairs on the sheets of both beds. I called the front desk and requested that our room be cleaned again. My friends and I took this time to walk down to the strip, do a little gambling, and eat dinner. We returned to the motel to change for the evening and found that our roomed had yet to be touched.
The room was eventually cleaned, but the toilet turned out to be broken. One member of our group jerry rigged the toilet with random materials around the room to make it possible to flush when the handle was jiggled vigorously. After inspecting the second set of sheets we opted to lay blankets that we had brought from home on top of the beds and sleep on those.
For lack of a better term, this place is a hell hole.

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