These are honest to goodness sublet listings.

A sixth floor walk-up that comes complete with an ancient television and someone else’s grubby mattress. All for $2200 per month. It looks like it could be a set for an off-Broadway play about a sad sack, drunk, down-on-his-luck artist.

I wonder if the landlord for this apartment realizes it has been turned into a dorm.

The kitchen really, um, sells this place, doesn’t it?

Excuse me, now. I’m going to give my lovely apartment a big hug.