Let me begin this review by telling readers that I once slept in a barn owned by somebody nicknamed "Uncle Filthy" and it was still better than this place. In fact, I'm pretty sure when Mary and Joseph followed the North Star, they wound up at The Golden Star instead and decided a barn was a more appealing option.
Never in my life have I stayed somewhere as disgusting as this rot hole, and I doubt I ever will again. Our room stank of damp, and had some unidentified red substance smeared up the walls, dirty bedsheets shoved down the side of the bed, the walls were filthy, every corner of the room was thick with dirt and dust, as were the surfaces and the falling apart cupboard which had a dirty bowl and an old cushion on top. The bin was full of rubbish, although by this point, that was the least of our worries, as was the nonfunctional light in the bathroom. The wooden window frames were rotten and filthy, and the toilet had poop smeared around the bowl, and clearly hadn't been cleaned.
Outside of our room was a small utility cupboard with a washing machine. The floor was strewn with brown filthy bed sheets which piled up maybe four or five feet.
In the hallway there was mould on the walls and bed sheets hanging on bannisters and on wooden racks which obstructed the walkway.
There was another cupboard semi-concealed by a curtain, which was full of more dirty bedsheets and piles of rubbish.
This place is like something from a horror movie. It needs shutting down.