As we step into the hotel room, the stale scent of air conditioning hits me, and I take a moment to absorb my surroundings. My eyes scan the cramped space, landing on the lone bed in the corner. It’s a small, unmade mattress, the sheets wrinkled and hastily thrown aside. I let out an exasperated groan, the frustration evident in my voice as I mutter. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
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