I checked-in late so I was placed in the infamous room 101 on street level, adjacent to the front door of the property. The cleanliness of the room was worrying from a health perspective but the noise overshadowed everything. The street noise was the least of my concerns tbh, I live in a city so traffic and voices is part of life, it was the interior noise that sent me crazy. Most of the dividing walls are paper thin and aren’t load bearing, but every door in the property is solid wood. Every time someone came in and out the hotel (which was a lot), closed a door of a nearby room, or walked above me, the room would shake. I asked to change rooms halfway during the night due to impending psychosis but the teenager manning the desk said “we’re fully booked”. The sheets had stains, the carpet was sticky and stained, and the plank of wood next to bed that was supposed to be a closet had splinters, there was also candy on the floor behind the headboard. The next morning I did manage to change rooms for my second night (I stayed total 2 nights) but the damage was already done. I was already tired and on edge. The second room was pretty much the same minus the thumping and banging as thankfully it was on the top floor.