“Desastre”
The terrace was nice. The air‑conditioning feels like a tractor. The kitchen lacks a range hood, the small stove is broken, the furniture is swollen and old, and the washing machine is older than my grandmother; it’s painted with cheap lacquer just to cover the rust. The washer doesn’t even finish a wash cycle and then spins, it just leaves water in the clothes. The heater fails more often than a carnival shotgun. To reach the house you have to climb a hill that, if you’re a bit older, feels deadly; it’s about 100 m with a slope over 40 %. The air‑conditioning is only in the room; the rest of the house is a furnace. The house has cracks and chips everywhere.
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