I booked an Airbnb for one night for me, my kids, grandkids, and extended family. When I walked down the sidewalk, people screamed from the balconies saying we would be killed tonight and to get out of there. I turned at an alley with “crack” marked in the cement.
We walked in the house terrified. The AC didn’t work, parts of the wall fell on me, there was drug paraphernalia on the nightstand, there was laundry in the washer, the TVs had VHS tapes—probably didn’t work either—the sink was leaking, there were stains on the floor, and other people’s toiletries were in the bathroom.
We couldn’t have run away any faster. It was the worst thing I’ve ever seen in all my years. While taking our luggage to the car, we were approached and asked if we wanted to buy dope, or crack. Person that rented it to us refuse to refund anything. We have pictures. Please do not go here, we were lucky to escape with our lives. Not an exaggeration.