The clerk was talking, but I wasn’t listening, instead my mind was engrossed in observing how filthy this area of the building was. The piping which snaked through the underbelly was covered with dust. There were layers of grime and mold on the wall, dripping down like candle wax from the leaking pipes above. I was nauseated by the sight of hundreds of roaches running between cracks in the foundation just feet from where we were being coached.
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