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Ellie Wilhelm
Oct 24, 2025
Save yourself the money, stress, and health risk — do not live here. Lurin Real Estate completely failed their duty to their tenants.
Living at The Lorient Apartments under LURIN REAL ESTATE was one of the most stressful and disappointing experiences of my life. Five months into my lease, a leaking pipe from the unit above caused black mold to spread through my AC unit and closet. Maintenance ignored the issue for weeks, forcing me to move out — only to have management refuse to let me end my lease early, despite their failure to provide a habitable environment.
I paid roughly $9,000 in rent for months I couldn’t live in the apartment, and I received little to no compensation or accountability from Lurin Real Estate. Their management team was egregious, dismissive, and unresponsive. Even after moving out, many of my belongings still smell like mold, and I had to throw away nearly half of what I owned. Getting my deposit back was another ordeal -delayed, misleading, and handled unprofessionally.
After speaking with several neighbors, this is NOT an isolated incident as far as the mold and dismissive behavior goes.**
Listen up, future residents and thrill-seekers, if your kink is paying $1,300/month to live inside a burned-out Pinterest fail, congratulations, you’ve found your people.
This place is a full sensory deprivation-of-dignity experience. For the last month or two the complex has been in active collapse. Rumor mill said foreclosure, management literally checked out, and the place has been running on vibes and duct tape ever since. The dumpsters? A MOUNTAIN of trash and furniture piled by the exit like somebody decided this was an outdoor modern-art installation. There was even a literal dumpster fire (yes, flames, would I lie?), while the $30/month “trash fee” keeps auto-charging like clockwork. Spoiler: it’s a subscription to neglect. Mind you this is also THEFT. Even if the complex was at HALF occupancy of the 97 units, we are collectively paying nearly $1500 a month for a trash service that is literally nonexistent.
If passive-aggressive official emails about dog poop are your idea of top-tier property management, congratulations you hit the jackpot. They’ll send a solemn, condescending bulletin about a single turd like it’s the end of civilization, then go right back to running this place like a sleepy reality TV set where competence went to die.
Management here has the audacity to send out official emails about dog poop like we’re living in a damn kennel, but apparently the mountains of trash piled up like a landfill out front? Oh no, that’s just part of the ambiance. Love that for us. The smell is unbearable, but sure, let’s clutch our pearls over a stray turd in the grass. Because that’s the real crisis here, right? 🙄
Amenities = lies. The pool was black all summer. Not “green-ish,” not “needs treatment”, black. Grounds were mowed exactly once, and only when an investor came to window-shop the corpse of this property. Maintenance shows up sometimes for immediate catastrophes. My windows have been broken for months, someone came to “quote” three months ago and then did a vanishing act worthy of true crime.
Security and safety? Cute joke. The apartment with the literal sinkhole in the parking lot is a 24/7 revolving door for sketchy folks doing drugs in the parking lot, and large swaths of the property are unlit at night. My new neighbor is loud, disrespectful, and about as considerate as a foghorn, privacy is a myth. Walls are thin; the place is loud; the vibe is “post-apocalyptic trailer park.”
They charge $1,300 for this? That’s not rent, that’s an entry fee to purgatory. Management is rarely in the office and responds with the enthusiasm of a dead lobster when you try to get anything fixed. If you enjoy rats, smoke, uncollected garbage pyramids, and being ignored by people collecting rent like they’re running a trust fund, move right in.
Final verdict: 10/10 would not recommend unless your dream is to live in a scripted horror-comedy where the main character slowly loses faith in civilization. This isn’t an apartment complex, it’s a personality cult of neglect. Run. Run fast.