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The house I owned in Kansas City would have come across as the same nightmare - asbestos, poor wiring, bad plumbing. It was a constant work in progress, partly because the city vomited up these houses (and the associated public utilities) post WWII, and 60 years later they were falling down. To tear down and rebuild on these oddly large lots in working class neighborhoods wouldn't make sense, so you just band-aid your way through the next disaster. Or sell it and move to Dubai.
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