Not much sleep going on at the Ibis
There appeared to be a prositute using the room above me. There was a repetitive pattern of door opening, murmuring, man urinating loudly, more murmuring, a lot of thrusting (each visitor had their own rhythm), possibly another urination, door closing, one person moving around the room, and then all too soon the door would open and the pattern would start again. About 1.30am maybe someone just wanted a cuddle as after just a few thrusts it all went quiet and there was just murmuring. The cycle continued with a noisier punter at 2am.
I did not get much sleep. It all felt v sordid and dirty and so I slept in between my scarves and kept my socks on as I didn't know what might be on the carpet.
Staff on the desk seemed perfectly pleasant on my way in and on my way out and gave me no reason to think it was something they had any knowledge of. I didn't feel comfortable in complaining there and then tho as who knows if I might have had some kind of confrontation with the perpetrator. Can't help but feel v sad for the person that earns their living in such a sordid desperate way.