Valentina C.
Shameful. The second bedroom was white, sad, and lonely, and the furniture in the other bedroom was poorly assembled and broken. There were no bedroom keys, the entry light was out, and the air conditioner leaked, with water reaching the neighbor’s balcony and prompting a complaint. I ended up taking a cold shower (Oouuu🧟♀️). The bathroom had rust everywhere, and the floor was so dusty it was almost like the beach. There was no Netflix, hardly any kitchen gear, and no real selection of pots and pans. I felt I was risking my life when I turned on the gas. The washing machine smelled like muffins.

