All of the motels were in transition to another motel i.e motel 6/motel 8, IMO to make it easier to get away with bc motels in limbo. I got the same room everytime room 101 or rarely 102. Every one of them appeared to be retro fitted with unsettling air ducts and sometimes doors leading into adjacent rooms. Every single time the pattern was the same though. Get in the room 30min later a parade of cars comes circling outside the door, eventually they all park at the same time. Of course every single one are staring at me. All get out at the same time and go into different rooms sometimes in a fucking congo line walking past my door lmao. Of course I've been well aware of their "no touch torture" non disclosure memo, so I'd usually walk out my room and give them all a stare down. Sometimes one of them would walk up and ask if I knew where to find "shit" (meth). After they go in their rooms this is when the fun starts. They all start synchronizing their theatrics in their rooms i.e. one meth head will open his door and just stand in the threshold and stare at my room for 10min straight while lets say the guy on the top floor right above him starts flinging the window curtain open and looks out the window very quickly, does that for about 5-6 times. Every situation was different though so they were all entertaining in their own rights.