the guy with socks in the toilet

ok...so here's a story for all you Fresnoy folks out there:

Alex, my classmate, has just moved to paris from lille. She was vacant from her old apartment for two weeks. Before she left she thoroughly cleaned the floor and every surface, since Tami, the new roommate was "maniac," translates to crazy neat person. She returned last week, with Tami, at 10 in the morning to help her move in. However, when she got to the door, the key stuck. It had a hard time turning, like there was something stuck on the other side. Suddenly, the door opened, and inside was a man, sleepy, 50, dirty and smelling like vomit. At first Alex thought, well, maybe he's just a friend of the real estate agent, and they gave him the key? Or maybe he was one of the workers, and he decided to crash after working all night on the apartment.
-What do you want? 'he said'
-Uh, who are you?
-I don't know. Who are you.
-I live here.
-oh,
-.....
-why don't you come in?
There's a TV jacked into a cable, several pairs of expensive panties and bras strewn all over the place, and vomit everywhere, all over the floors, and on the walls. It's disgusting and dirty. He lies back down on the bed, lights a cigarette, and puts his hands down his pants, looking at the two girls. And then he says:
-So, the floor's in good condition, a few stains here and there, the hot plates work, the walls are straight...
-But who are you?
-Oh, somebody from Roubaix gave me the keys.
-Oh really.
-Yup.
Tami almost vomits from incredible stench and squalor. They tell him to get his things and get out of there. He starts to pile all sorts of assorted clothing into the stairwell. He takes his time. By the time he's finished, he's smoked about 8 cigarettes, and it's almost 12. He's seems almost defensively aggressive the whole time. There's a cellphone floating in a glass, socks he fishes out of the clogged up toilet bowl. Turns out he used a rag to clean up some of the vomit, then stuck the rag in the toilet bowl and flushed, to clean it...but the rag went down the bowl and the toilet overflowed. So, then he just started throwing dirty things into it, like socks.

Finally he leaves. Tami and Alex are cleaning the apartment when the doorbell rings again. there's the sound of a girl on the other line. Alex runs down the stairs to see who it is. It's the owner of the expensive bra and panty sets, a young girl of twenty, a bomb, very chic, a knockout blonde.
-No, I didn't know him very long.
-Do you know how he got the keys?
-Some guy in Roubaix gave it to him.

weird.