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Rented Rooms (A History of Budget Accomodation)

As a poker player travelling the live tournament circuit, it is important to keep expenses low. If you aren't sponsored or don't satellite into the event and win a package with accommodation - then every cent you spend on lodgings comes directly out of your potential profits. When travelling alone, I generally try to find the cheapest and most convenient place to stay, which has unfortunately led to me staying in a few what might be described as ' absolute shitholes '.  Am I cheapstake? Probably . But I have found a few diamonds in the rough over the years and I take a perverse pride in finding the best value place to stay. In the following posts I will write about some of the worst places I have frequented over the past 15 years travelling and playing poker. I should point out that I am highly privileged to have been able to travel around the world playing cards and I don't take that for granted. We will begin with an honorary mention of staying with a nudist in A
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