I lived through a nightmarish experience in a building that, despite my attempts to approach it intelligently, turned out to be a dreadful place. The paper-thin walls left me constantly exposed to my neighbors' lives, as if I were sharing their space. The management's decision to increase rent to an outrageous extent felt like a calculated affront to my sanity. The maintenance man, living nearby, brazenly crossed boundaries and made me uncomfortable. When I reported this, their response was shockingly indifferent, showing a complete lack of empathy. The nightly arguments from the apartment above became a haunting melody of frustration, seeping into my every moment. Upon moving out, the seemingly inconsequential charges, like the absurd "$1.02 for final pest control," chipped away at my deposit until only half remained. My unhappiness is profound, and I wouldn't dream of recommending this place to anyone.