Nos merveilleux cottages à Leggett

« Here’s a friendlier version with minimal changes while still clearly describing the issue: When we arrived at Mary’s place, the house number was obscured by a shirtless, visibly unwell person pushing a trash cart in front, which wasn’t a great first impression. We pulled around, and I entered the last four digits of my telephone number into the keypad, which appeared to have been damaged or dug into with some sort of sharp metal object, only to discover that either the number had never been put...