Guest User
February 23, 2024
After checking into the hotel, as soon as my boyfriend came downstairs, a white man opened the room. He held the room card with the same room number as mine. I only wore a suspender skirt, thinking that my boyfriend was back, and stood at the door to serve at the front desk. The staff could only put their hands together and say sorry, but my boyfriend and I couldn't explain anything because of the language barrier. It was very scary. I had to pay attention to whether there was any sound of opening the door all night.
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