This motel sat high up on a hill and was so... spooky, sinister, and eerie. I would pass it every time I rode home from New Jersey, on Route 4, going to the George Washington Bridge. It gave me the creeps.
Vito Spatafore got whacked here... and now this motel in Fort Lee New Jersey belongs to the ages.
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