3. 'Against my better judgment, the big guy led DH and I along the filthiest hall I have ever seen, into the most degraded, scratched, graffiti'd, groaning and rickety elevator in my experience (and I'm from NYC), along a stinking carpet and into a foul hole about the size of a college dorm room, with a bed, chairs, and TV crammed into it somehow and a 'lanai' that looked ready to drop five stories if anything weightier than an ant stepped on it.