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Against all odds, we stumbled upon what appeared to be the answer to our predicament: a relatively decent-looking house at a price that didn’t leave us gasping for air. After a quick phone call, the landlord's company agreed to give us a tour. The excitement was palpable as we planned our visit, but Jesse's creepy instincts kicked in, setting an ominous tone even before we stepped foot in the office.
The Rental Office: A Red Flag
As I arrived at the landlord's office, I quickly understood Jesse's concerns. Nestled between a smoke shop and a pawn shop, the rental office itself resembled a dilapidated closet—barely functional, crammed with people, and seemingly in desperate need of a revival. We exchanged glances, the atmosphere thick with skepticism.