MC Property Management

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Focusing on service in the management of community living.

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Sun Closed;Mon: 9:00 a.m.-5:00 p.m.;Tue: 9:00 a.m.-5:00 p.m.;Wed: 9:00 a.m.-5:00 p.m.;Thu: 9:00 a.m.-5:00 p.m.;Fri: 9:00 a.m.-5:00 p.m.;Sat Closed;

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I do not even know where to begin to express my discontent with William from MC Property Management. After my stay and subsequent departure from 7211 Wolf last year, Id have to agree with the other comments posted. Here is my story.

First of all, let me start by saying I grew up in the inner city on the West Side as an impoverished young African American. It was a daily struggle to try to finish high school. I spent my days trying my best to avoid the drama, corruption and strife the hood' can bring a brother down and make him start straight hustling. I busted my ass to put myself through college, ultimately achieving a MBA from the University of Chicago. After years of hard work and dedication, I finally saved up to put a down payment on my first piece of property. In the process of house shopping, I stumbled upon what appeared to be a quaint, quiet little community over at 7211 Wolf. I thought to myself, ""I can finally be at peace -no more pimps, prostitutes, gangbangers, child molesters, poison spitting cobras, stoner looking metal heads covered in tattoos, Asians or basketball courts full of intimidating, Rock-a-wear wearing, foul-mouthed Negros anywhere for miles and miles, this is Uncle Toms paradise!

To my utter dismay, I was sadly mistaken my friends. Upon making the big move there (May 2011), William Whitney (property manager) assured me that this was going to be the best living experience I will ever have. Everything was going smooth for about a month or so until I received a knock on my door at 1:30 a.m. one Monday morning. It was a homeless black man, singing Ol Man River in a powerfully deep rich baritone, whilst doing shuffle and shaking a Styrofoam Arbys cup begging for change. Naturally, I recoiled in horror, returned to my chambers and tried to think nothing of it. I cannot describe to you the sheer magnitude of the nightmares I had that night. Sadly, this wasnt the end of it. Literally a few weeks later, it was the first real nice warm day of the year. So I slapped on my brand new Speedo to show off my chocolaty bulge and moseyed on down to the pool house with refreshing lemonade in hand. Mortified, I caught William Whitney in Vietnam-esque camouflage gear pleasuring himselfin the bushes outside the pool house whilst watching little boys play in the nice, warm water. Even after I confronted William Whitney, who reeked of Walgreens plastic bottle brand vodka and methamphetamine smoke, he not only tried to buy drugs off of me after assaulting me with a epitaph of theworst racial slurs, but offered me sexual favors (handies, BJs, Fudgy Raccoons, Muddy QBs) as barter for these drugs that I clearly do not sell, I never did. I was highly insulted by this ordeal and it was then that I realized 7211 Wolf was not, nor ever was going to be for Jeff Foost. Later thatmonth I had no choice but to sell my property

Moral of the story folks :

DO NOT DEAL WITH MC PROPERTY MANAGEMENT

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I do not even know where to begin to express my discontent with William from MC Property Management. After my stay and subsequent departure from 7211 Wolf last year, Id have to agree with the other comments posted. Here is my story.

First of all, let me start by saying I grew up in the inner city on the West Side as an impoverished young African American. It was a daily struggle to try to finish high school. I spent my days trying my best to avoid the drama, corruption and strife the hood' can bring a brother down and make him start straight hustling. I busted my ass to put myself through college, ultimately achieving a MBA from the University of Chicago. After years of hard work and dedication, I finally saved up to put a down payment on my first piece of property. In the process of house shopping, I stumbled upon what appeared to be a quaint, quiet little community over at 7211 Wolf. I thought to myself, ""I can finally be at peace -no more pimps, prostitutes, gangbangers, child molesters, poison spitting cobras, stoner looking metal heads covered in tattoos, Asians or basketball courts full of intimidating, Rock-a-wear wearing, foul-mouthed Negros anywhere for miles and miles, this is Uncle Toms paradise!

To my utter dismay, I was sadly mistaken my friends. Upon making the big move there (May 2011), William Whitney (property manager) assured me that this was going to be the best living experience I will ever have. Everything was going smooth for about a month or so until I received a knock on my door at 1:30 a.m. one Monday morning. It was a homeless black man, singing Ol Man River in a powerfully deep rich baritone, whilst doing shuffle and shaking a Styrofoam Arbys cup begging for change. Naturally, I recoiled in horror, returned to my chambers and tried to think nothing of it. I cannot describe to you the sheer magnitude of the nightmares I had that night. Sadly, this wasnt the end of it. Literally a few weeks later, it was the first real nice warm day of the year. So I slapped on my brand new Speedo to show off my chocolaty bulge and moseyed on down to the pool house with refreshing lemonade in hand. Mortified, I caught William Whitney in Vietnam-esque camouflage gear pleasuring himselfin the bushes outside the pool house whilst watching little boys play in the nice, warm water. Even after I confronted William Whitney, who reeked of Walgreens plastic bottle brand vodka and methamphetamine smoke, he not only tried to buy drugs off of me after assaulting me with a epitaph of theworst racial slurs, but offered me sexual favors (handies, BJs, Fudgy Raccoons, Muddy QBs) as barter for these drugs that I clearly do not sell, I never did. I was highly insulted by this ordeal and it was then that I realized 7211 Wolf was not, nor ever was going to be for Jeff Foost. Later thatmonth I had no choice but to sell my property

Moral of the story folks :

DO NOT DEAL WITH MC PROPERTY MANAGEMENT

 

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