In the past I've heard the term "roach motel" - this property brought that to mind. I gave up trying to count the number of coats of paint in my room, while it did have a kitchenette, towels and soap, there were no cups provided - I had to cup my hands under the faucet to get a drink of water. Also, when I tried to lock the deadbolt on my door, it wouldn't throw - apparently, after the last time the door had been kicked in, whoever repaired it didn't line up the strike plate with the door lock (fortunately, I had a small metal file with me, and was able to trim the bottom of the strike plate opening just enough that the bolt finally did close). My bed sheets had cigarette burns in them, I counted two roaches (dead) under my bed when I packed up, and the constant illumination of the walkway lights gave my curtains an eerie glow - all night long. Thank goodness I was only there one night .......