Welcome to the Hippie Hotel.

My name is Tracy, and I was dragged here against my will. Okay, that’s a bit of an exaggeration. But it definitely wasn’t my idea to come here.

Peek into the windows and click with your cursor and I’ll tell you about this place and the people staying here. Even the cars have something to say. When you're done looking around, open the mailbox to send a postcard to a friend.

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