ðə mˈeɪn sˈoːɹs ʌv ɹˈɛzᵻdənsi ɪnðə tʃˈiːp hoʊtˈɛl ɪz ɐ ɡɹˈuːp ʌv sˈɛkəndɹˈeɪt bˈʊlfaɪɾɚz, hˈuː, fɚðə mˈoʊst pˈɑːɹt, wɜːɹ ˈɔːl ɡɹˈeɪt æt sˌʌm pˈɔɪnt, bˌʌt sˌʌm ˈɑːbstəkəl ɔːɹ sˈɜːkəmstˌæns hɐz ˈɛndᵻd ðɛɹ kɚɹˈɪɹz wɪð nˈoʊ lˈaɪkli hˈoʊp ɪn sˈaɪt.
The main source of residency in the cheap hotel is a group of second-rate bullfighters, who, for the most part, were all great at some point, but some obstacle or circumstance has ended their careers with no likely hope in sight.