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My first apartment.

• Door had residue of a police seal stuck on it
• Door frame was broken, as the door was kicked in by the police due to the previous tenant (I later had the pleasure of meeting the guy. Was a friendly guy. No idea what he did to have the police kick in the door)
• Measuring devices on the radiators were broken (for years, aparently), so heating bill was completely dependent on the floor area. Which is fun, as I had neighbors who just had the heating on full blast throughout the winter
• No wall in the building had a 90° angle. Very annoying to place furniture
• You know how you normally nail floor skirting boards down, or at least use some fixture? Well, the previous tenant used caulking silicone to glue them down. Very fun to remove.
• The living room had wooden laminate flooring. But instead of normal insulation and dampaning underneath, they just... put it on top of the existing carpet that was already there. Which was partially moldy. And completely glued in. That was very much not fun to remove (it involved drills with a wire brush attachment to grind off the glue residue. In 35C summer heat)
• I never got a key to the basement, where the trash containers were. Always had to be lucky for the door to be left open or ask a neighbor
• speaking of neighbors:
• One guy, two floors above me, looked like the stereotypical "short, fat guy with a wifebeater shirt". Was friendly if he liked you. But if you made too much noise outside on the street (which was a pedestrian shopping street) at night, he'd go down with a baseball bat. Also was weirdly obsessed with having a professional soda fountain in his kitchen and wanted to sell me one as well (like those things you see in fasat food restaurants). And he had a couple sphinx cats. All in all a 9/10 GTA character
• later a new neighbor moved in next door. Never really met him, besides him asking me for a lighter one night. He did get picked up by the cops one day, because he walked through a shopping center wearing just boxer shorts and being high as a kite. One day he got kicked out. Because he decided it was too cold, tore out some of the wooden floor panels and lit them on fire on the (now concrete) floor

I lasted 6 months. Until I found another apartment in that city. Which also had its problems, but nowhere near as the first apartment.