Bizarre hotel experience- was it a brothel ? AIBU

[Mill46]

Arrived on business to city and decided to drop my bag before heading to conference . Booked hotel last minute . Wasn't cheap . Man meets me in street and takes bag showing me entrance to " hotel" next to door to betting shop . Ok a bit weird but I was in a hurry .i return later and let myself in with code and find my room is up 2 flights of a spiral staircase which I find hard to navigate ( won't go in to detail ) . So I ask weird guy who appears with bag if he had another room . He does - it's fine and I say I'll move to that one . Then he says he would prefer if I left . I'm now feeling a bit freaked out and think best to get the out of the place and away from weird guy . I ask him to reimburse me before I leave . He agrees then comes back and says his boss says no . I'm cross now and mention trip advisor - he then says he will pay me himself and gets me to accompany him to thencash point . He gets me the money and off he goes . Now in ianother hotel - but what the fuck was that all about - was it a brothel , should I get in tripadvisor anyway ???

So weird. Having established the hotel is not a brothel, what on earth was going on?

Why would the hotelier/ employee become so offended at a guest asking if she could swap rooms that they'd tried to chuck her out without a refund?!?!? Isn't that rather, um, odd behaviour?

And then the refund involving following the same dodgy person to a cash machine... all very, very odd!

My colleague told me about it, after stressing that he didn't know from actual experience. He knew a wealth of amazing stories about Nottingham and the area, some would curl your hair!

A few years ago there was someone on here looking for places to stay in Manhattan that are affordable. Along came someone who suggested a halfway house in Harlem. I was floored and posted to say what the place was and no the OP should not stay there. I was told I was being a snob!!!

I love Harlem but I wouldn't go to that part late at night and most residents there also don't wander around that area late a night either!!!

I'm so glad this thread is still going. All I can say about The Beeches is, stay fully dresses with your trousers tucked into your socks and sleep with the light on and the window open. You will hear the emergency services at regular intervals so help is always around. Enjoy your stay!

I do hope useristired will come back and fill us in, if she managed to speak to the owner.

Sounds like a very strange experience op, hoping we get something of an explanation.
We have 2 or 3 knocking shops in my town, don't think they're disguised as anything other than "massage parlours" though, and the one I see regularly just has the name (girls name) and a phone number on a sign on the front of the building, entrance is at the back. I know this as I used to walk past the entrance 2 or 3 times a week to go to my mums house, she lived right next door. She didn't know when she started living there and funnily enough she didn't live there all that long.
She used to get random men knocking on her door, once propositioning her even after being told wrong door.
She never used to lock her door while home, just never occurred to her do so, she soon started to after a couple of blokes walked in one day without knocking, while my mum was upstairs.
She's lucky that's all that happened really.

Used to see the workers hanging around the door smoking, and even over the smoke, the building smelled really strongly of fairy non bio

DH once walked into a hotel in Glasgow where the Reception was up a flight of stairs so he went ahead and asked for a family room or at least one with a double bed. "Is that for the hour or for the night?"
It being nearly 10pm on Boxing Day with a train to catch the next day, 3 DCs under 6 and all our luggage with us, we took it. I peeled (literally, pinched between finger and thumb while delibrately avoiding thinking about the stains) the bedspread off the bed and three of us slept fully dressed in the bed, middle child in a nest of clothes on a chair and youngest (toddler) in the pram. Lovely!