To answer your question, new neighbor, the guy is really a slumlord. Of course there seems to be trouble with the hired hand too as there is a new property manager every 6 months. The papers you have to sign are best not to be read, a lease agreement that not even the owner understands until it may be to his advantage when lawyers are invited to a civil arena alien to the culture at the gulag of daily residence.
Complaints are best to be put out of mind, homelessness is the option for spoilt government assisted occupants. If there isn't any towel bars in the bathroom, buy them yourself and don't tell of your handy work. If the kitchen faucet springs an intermittent leak on the edge of catastrophe, don't wait for anyone to fix it when it doesn't appear to be broken. The repair you do for yourself will set you back 50$ but let it be known that it is only a patch, waiting for the bureaucracy to do it "right". (It will never get done "right", you suck up the 50$ and risk your tenancy for opening your big yapper). More obvious is the outdoor lamp that shines a light on the stairs. It comes on automatically at dusk, shuts off at dawn. It will remain in disrepair until the end of time, a fresh bulb is not the problem with it.
When the property manager has 15 hours a month to cut the grass, the unused hours are spent engaging an eccentric denizen craving attention. Nothing else gets done after indulging an ear to the constant complainer who causes more headaches than she solves. The tight-knit community enjoys luck and the barking companion dog of an old man, sentimental with his investment. Another resident who crumpled the lease agreement has a huge dog larger than what the cryptic cipher allow. Extended families and friends are all using the laundry facilities, there really should be a neon sign pointing the way to it. There is more, but the gentle reader may have become weary by now. Thanks for being here.
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