The Clown Motel

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Catering to bikers, truckers, and other long haul travelers that find themselves off the beaten path, the Clown Motel [of Tonopah, Nevada] is the final port of call before the yet another stretch of unbroken Nevada desert.

[T]he entire office is covered in shelves and bookcases full of clown dolls, statues, and accouterment of every stripe. Stuffed animals, porcelain statues, wall hangings, and more make up the mirthful menagerie, staring down at guests from every angle.

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Via Atlas Obscura.

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