They say that somewhere in western America, some say in Utah, others say on the California coast, there’s a certain small motel on the side of the road.
When you go inside, it’s decorated in very common hotel decor, with the ornate paneling and old-fashioned key-lock doors.
The thing is, there’s a room in there for everybody. Everybody has a reservation for exactly when they show up, and the number of rooms available is always one more than the number of people there. One person to a room, that is the rule.
Some say that the song “Hotel California” is based off this motel, though you can leave this particular motel.
I wouldn’t advise looking at a mirror for at least a month after doing so, though.
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