When my fellow reporter and I walked up to the Liberty Inn, I was practically in disbelief. I had passed the sordid hotel, set a on veritable island of sorts along 14th street and the West Side Highway, on a near daily basis during my runs along the Hudson River. How could I not have known — for the past several years now — that alongside the Meatpacking District’s row of overpriced shops was an hourly hotel clearly designed for those looking to get laid?
-Oyster
