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TravelPod Member ReviewsSecond Home Hostel Istanbul
Liked: super friendly staff that will happily help you with all your trip planning needs, respond to complaints or requests you might have; clean, amazing location; most communal atmosphere of any hostel I stayed in so far as fostered by management
Disliked: Not a whole lot of space to put your stuff in the dorm rooms, but upon my mentioning this, I think they might already be working to fix this with extra shelves or similar
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