These are not. They're all different. The Desert Inn is well named. It is boarded up and abandoned. Pigeons sit atop the sign next to a single blinking red light over the intersection.
Housing is hard to come by, or so it seems.
Later, we pass by the Le Brun Motel and Public Laundromat. Here, Jean's point is proven. Each room looks exactly the same as the other, with an identical bush and little brick wall next to the walkway. This double-decker in green and white is slumped and tired, like us. A guy steps out of room fourteen with a Big Gulp in his hand and stares over the metal rail horizon.