Found myself at this hotel owned by a black woman, an experience that left me thoroughly disenchanted. Picture this: the same proprietor who beseeches the public for $30,000 to keep her doors open is the same one who gallivants around the globe in high style. It's an astonishing display of hypocrisy dressed up in hotel linens. As a black man, I walked into this establishment with a sense of camaraderie, only to be met with a cold shoulder rather than a warm embrace. It’s a bitter pill, my friend. I say this with no joy, but if you're seeking a boutique hotel experience where class isn't just an afterthought, give Hotel Zaza a try. Over there, at least you’ll be treated with the dignity and respect travelers should expect. As for the hotel in question? Give it a wide berth. Trust me, you’re better off somewhere that values its guests as much as its facade.
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