The listing agent held nothing back. . .I was warned. . .this Baltimore row house rehab was a dog. . .so bad it even barked! Okay, maybe it didn't actually bark, but it did stink - plumes of rotten food and reek body odor wafted out the front door courtesy of the "caretakers" (and I use this term loosely).
The owner lets the "prince" of the Baltimore homeless and his buddy flop out here to keep people from breaking in and stealing stuff. . .stuff -- this place was so stuffed with stuff there was only a narrow path through all the old computers, shoes, boxes, clothes, old stereos, buckets, papers, cables, wires, and trash -- there was so much it piled at least 4 feet high. Peeking out from underneath were rusty kitchen appliances that had to date back to the 40's - how often do you see a Koolerator Ice Box? At some point in time, the ceiling lost its plaster. The exposed rafters were criss-crossed with an amazingly intricate collection of cobwebs which probably also dated from the 40s!
Trash and stink notwithstanding, there were some other signs that structurally this place needed more rehab than my buyers wanted to take on. As we gingerly stepped through all of the yuck to leave, I noticed two mattresses with old quilts arranged in an L-shape on the floor nested among the trash -- and, to my and my customer's surprise -- the beds were very neatly made!
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