THE ELMHURST HOTEL HOSTS PROSTITUTION
AVOID IT LIKE THE PLAGUE
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On the third day, I was propositioned by a pair of scantily clad gals in the elevator who were clearly stealing the same NYC skyline cheap poster photo that was in my room.
On the fourth day, I left early Sunday
morning to find provocatively dressed prostitutes on 8-inch platform shoes of
every stripe – trans, female, male….
The fifth day, a shirtless, high/drunk pimp was screaming – both into his phone and at a cowering working gal – in the tiny dreary lobby.
Guess this why the
sullen front desk staff hides behind bullet proof glass – speaking through a
tiny cut out and taking your credit card/ID through a tiny slot.
Why did I stay? Very good question.
I had just gotten some very bad news
the week leading up to my trip and I was in a funk and less aware of the world
around me.
Plus, they charged the full amount of
the stay the first night and I figured owners uncaring enough to run a house of
prostitution would never in 10 million years refund my remaining nights stay if
I checked switched hotels.
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