So essentially this is like buying a place where a murder was committed, only the murder keeps getting committed every day in an adjoining room?
A splendid cartoon from the late, lamented B Kliban comes to mind:
A couple are standing up from their comfy chairs in their cozy little living room. They’re looking at the ceiling with scowls on their faces. The husband is holding a broom, banging its end against the ceiling.
Title: “Downstairs at the Mormon Tabernacle.”
Real estate agents make a big deal about knowing all about a condo/townhouse/house - so, it’s time to put up or shut up.