A group of men – younger than me, probably, but not by much – were making an infernal ruckus at the hotel until the wee hours. They stood in the hallway, laughing and discussing loudly, banged doors, called out to each other, etc. I came out of the room to tell them they were vile pieces of disgusting trash and they subsided for a while. Then they started on again and security had to be called.
I could understand how all this could be an exciting way to pass time for a group of teenagers. But adult men? Montréal has a vibrant bar scene, we are right next to the red lights district, the Gay Village is close by. And they choose to spend time roaming the hotel hallway?

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