The Mainstay Auburn Hills

I went to live at the Mainstay Auburn Hills on January 5, 2025. I was the beginning of a year, but not new things. I had lost my job I had been working for three years and four months. I was in the middle of an appeal of an eviction, and the apartment that I was fighting for was an icebox. I woke up each morning and my nose was sweating. I would wrap myself in my comforter as tight as I could, but it didn't help. I was freezing and I had to do something or freeze to death. That Sunday I made a two week reservation at the Mainstay. I put the stay on my American Express. It was at it's limit, it was the first time I had to "Rob Peter to pay Paul". I took half of the money I had in my checking account and pay my American Express down in order to use it to pay my bill. This way, with the other half to eat for those two weeks. I used all my credit cards and their remaining balances to pay my rent after that. My two Quick Silver cards that were once Walmart cards saved me come March, then my taxes. An aquaintence from junior high did my taxes and my Federal taxes carried me into late spring and then there was my mother who carried me the rest of those weeks and I'm eternally grateful for. So, I checked in. There were young men in the lobby and one was so angry with me. I guess he had been tricked into tricking and resented me for resisting the "powers that be" and not allowing myself to be sold for money. He made his snide remark and like the roach he is scurried down the hall that I know now was towards the elevator. I checked in with the young woman with crayon red hair and the ghetto attitude, put my things across my back with the strap and headed to room #317. That number in the Dream Book meant Johnny. That's my father's name and my brother's name, since he is a junior. I settled it at that moment that was where I was supposed to be.

The Kid

There was a young woman there who was young. I never asked here her age or name. She must have been 15 years old, if I had to guess. She was mixed with Black and White she said. Every time I left my room, there she was, always mimicking something about me. She acted as if she was my clone, but this youn woman was beautiful. With the exception of her crooked bottom teeth she was perfect. Her hair was long and lavish. I asked her out of curiosity, which parent was Black and which was White. She said her mother was White and her Dad was Black. I asked her, because she was always with a older White woman, if that was her mother. Can you believe she she asked me, "Which one?" Her mother wasn't there. Her mother probably didn't know where she was. Once, she came downstairs with a laptop, like I sit and type in my room, only she was waiting for men to pick her up. When I continued to live there a few months, the men dried up. The mafia decided I wasn't going to be prostituting any time soon. I still had a place to stay. She actually got angry with me. When she, her pimp, who was stalking me, and the old dried up mother left, she wasn't being friendly. I was on my way out at the end of her stay, she stood in the group of prostitutes and was making a speech about leaving. She talked about how things had changed and they were leaving. I wanted to talk to her and tell her that she was special and she didn't need to sell herself, and that she could never turn me out, she was just a child. I was never there to prostitute. When Jesus shows up-Me, things will change, but I let her go. Oh, I called the child Trafficking number. The woman on the other end knew nothing would come of it. I think she intentionally told me someone would call me, because she knew no one would and that girl is out there "blowing in the wind". She doesn't even know she's lost...

Jade

In these days, women use cashapp to get paid for turning a trick. A man came in the laundry room telling me, "It's amazing how quickly you can transfer money. These washers get the money to do a load in five seconds of you touching a button on your phone. So, now they get paid through cashapp for smelling all those dirty dicks. I got "hit on" so many times in that hotel. Jade was the madam, and worked the front desk. She was a dyke and I believe she was having sex with Miss Tina the Manager. Miss Tins wouldn't go against Jade for nothing. Jade thought I believed that she was my friend. She would try and get me to talk to her and tell me everything. When the police finally showed up, all she could say is that I was evicted. She doesn't say illegally evicted, just that I was evicted. Just like a bitch to tell half the story. I came back from getting my stuff out the bottom of the attrium at my place, she thought she had me. Since the men were hitting on me, I know they were asking her about me. "Is she available?" "How much for her?" With every week end that went by, she saw money passing her by. It was the end of April when my landlord put my things out. It was May fifth when I found out they had been set out my apartment, illegally. One officer even felt sorry for me. That I didn't need, it only had me livid. One day I had come back and there was a ordinance on my door that said that I couldn't live there but 90 days, after that I had to leave. Well. it was May, and I had been there 150 days. I emailed the City Manager and he told me that I could stay until June 24, 2025. He stated that the city never meant for those hotels to be a permanent place of residency

An Ordinance v. State Law

In Michigan, guests at extended stay hotels may have limited tenant rights, but these rights depend on the length of stay and the nature of the occupancy agreement. Understanding Your Rights Classification of Occupancy: In Michigan, the legal status of a guest in an extended stay hotel can vary. Guests are typically classified as transient occupants unless they meet certain criteria that grant them tenant rights. Factors influencing this classification include the length of stay, payment arrangements, and the services provided by the hotel. 2 Tenant Rights: If a guest stays for an extended period, they may acquire tenant rights, which include the right to a formal eviction process. In many jurisdictions, including Michigan, a stay longer than 30 days can trigger these rights, requiring the hotel to follow specific legal procedures for eviction. 2 Eviction Process: If a hotel seeks to evict a guest, they must typically provide proper notice and follow the legal eviction process. This may include giving written notice of non-payment and allowing a certain period for the guest to remedy the situation before eviction proceedings can begin.

Their city ordinance reads exactly what they were saying. At first, I had no place to stay. All my things were in storage and all I had was what was in that room. Jade found it to be a perfect way to get me into prostitution, "Let me stay and I'll make you money." The women who sell themselves got free rooms, if they could have the men checking in could come to their room, and "Taking care of". I had gotten my stay extended by the City Manager, and I was living just fine. Jade just wouldn't leave me alone. Memorial Day, I made a little fire in a small grill and went out back of the hotel and made some chicken wings and country ribs. She had one of her hookers to come out there to see what I was doing. She was watching me on the camera. I got upstairs and had just finished eating when she walked up to my door and knocked. "Who is it?" I asked knowing who it was, because the hooker had saw me pulled out her phoned and texted someone, I guessed it was Jade. "You have to put that fire out". "It will go out on it's own. "No, you got to put it out. It's a fire hazzard." I called the police, and I guess he or Jade dumped water on it, but my little grill was ruined. Who was going to clean all that sluge out that grill. It woul not be me. So, I threw it away.After that encounter, I decided to look up the State law on extended stay hotels. It was like I thought, the hotels were like apartments. They were the right size and had all eminities of an apartment, a stove, dish washer, microwave an stuff. In that case, they needed to evict me after 28 days of me living there. In Michigan, due to all the homelessness, you must have cause to evict. You can no longer walk into a court of law and say, "I don;t want them on my property anymore." and evict a mother and her children. Most of the male landlords trade rent for sex, anyway. When a woman refuse or got tired of him breathing on top of her, he'd just get an eviction notice and put her out on the street. That's the same with these hotels in Oakland County. You don't only harass you. by deactivating your key card, going in your room stealing your clothes and food, to start a fight, but that illegal 90-day ordinance that doesn't trump State law to force you out. I was there for it!

J&J

My last day at the Mainstay was eventful to say the least. I went to pay my bill and Jade was there. She usually worked nights, but here it is 10 am, when it's my day to pay. She had went in my room and stole my ID. She took the stairs up and beat me to my room and stole my driver's licence. I needed something to be notarized and couldn't get it done, because of her. I hated her at that point. By stealing my card, she caused me undo stress that I didn't need. My bills weren't getting paid and I was running out of money. I can't remember how I paid for rooms upward of $1600 at times. Thanks to the mafia I still don't have my State taxes, almost eight months later. When I told her off and showed her how perturbed I was they she was ther, she ran and got Miss Tina. Miss Tina slammed my paperwork she was printing and told me to do it myself. I told her that I never had problem since I had been there. She said, "Untill now and I want you to leave, now!" All the women who work there came to the front Desk and started yelling at me at once, the one thing I could decipher is, "This is not an apartment building!" I yelled back at her,"Yes, it is and after 28-days, I became a tenant, and you have to evict me." My final words were, "And I'm going to sue you!" The police came first there was Janson by himself, telling me to leave, not knowing the law. He was sweet and actually helped me move. I was extremely out of shape and moving at the "Drop of a dime" was hard. He showed me favor and helped. But then the muscle came, Johnson who threatened to take me to jail, twice and throw my things out on the driveway. I told him a few things about myself, he scurried to his partner like the roach in life he is. Janson helped me load my car and followed me around, until I found a place to stay. Again going over and beyond his duty, but he did pack my car pretty full. I could only could see out my driver's side window. Lord, I'm so grateful for that man I wished I could tell you his name. I know now that I'm old and there really is a God...

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