"Dearest Marquee: Oh, How I Loathe Thee"

"Dearest Marquee: Oh, How I Loathe Thee"

This place is atrocious. It has a lot of roaches. You can't use the washer for your clothes, where's your maintenence request? No body knows. The dish washer never worked, for some pots and pans. Prepare for the extra work of washing by hand. The rules are a joke, in the back is where people toke. But watch your step while you're walking around, there's a lot of dog shxx on the ground. Don't park your car in the garage, try to hide it- but still chances are, James Morris will probably find it. Stuck outside your hall? Around the corner is an open door. It makes you think to yourself "The fxxks the fob for?" The walls are paper thin, with little taste to offer. At 4am, I feel like I'm at a Lil Toe concert. Only been a few months, it's inspection time, honey. Hide your pets, hide your trees, they want to take your money. They know what they're looking for. The inspection is quick. They'll put the notice under your door. This place sucks-. The customer service in the front office is pathetic. Don't expect adult conversation, you can forget it. Studying at home? Don't even try. Your best bet is outside, forget the WiFi. Don't contact management when the cable is out- they'll tell you to call Spectrum, when you don't have an account. Stick to Netflix, because they don't give a fxxx. If the WiFi is down, you're shxx out of luck. Last but not least, this place is a dump. I hate it almost as much as I hate Trump.

Thank you.