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No soup, that sounds like the office in Being John Malkovich.
I am trying to think of the worst place I've ever lived and it just doesn't live up to these standards. The worst place was an apartment over a store just south of Yonge and Finch in Toronto.
The cockroaches were very bad. The lack of insulation and single pain windows was very cold in winter. The fact it was electric baseboard heating meant we kept the place like a fridge all winter and just lived in our bedroom. Add to this, we shared a wall with our neighbour's bedroom and he would either a) have loud sex or b) play very loud music (perhaps to mask the loud sex. Both a and b always happened at 4 in the morning.
The location was ok and the layout was nice but... given the above. It was the worst.
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