My first apartment was pretty cheap, for very good reasons.

-18 sq meters.

-Heating appliance really too big, with a very loudy ignition, and nearly impossible to keep on during windy weather.

-It was under the roof and the intercom did not work, so i had to get down all the stairs to know who just ringed to me.

-The floor cracked at every step.

-My direct neighbor were borderline-rednecks.

Racoon sex attic house.

piss and nicotine soaked walls that, after a hot shower, would be running sticky yellow.

The back wall of the house was slowly separating from the rest of the house. There was a 1cm gap where the wall met the ceiling in the back room.

The back yard was rocks and 4ft tall weeds. I cut them all down with a combo of machete and weed Wacker day one and a year later that pile of weeds had yet to decompose. It was just a huge wet pile of slime that refused to rot away.

Neighbors had about 7 webcams pointing out of their front window at whoever walked past the house. They had bible phrases painted on the fence and front of the house as well. I walked over to say hi a few days after moving in an no one ever answered the door. In three years, I saw an occupant of that house ONCE, which was a teenager that knocked on my door at 3am to ask me if I had a lighter. I watched him walk back to that house after I said no.