The black sheep

So, the other day, Jess and I took a drive out to look at a house that she'd seen advertised for rent. It was a reasonable deal, and it sounded like a nice area. We drove about 20 minutes out, and the neighborhood seemed great. As we drove along the street, the houses were pretty nice, like these ones:
She was really excited to get to the address she had written down... and then we saw the house. The only one with a chain link fence. The only one with a sagging carport. The only one with trash and metal debris strewn out front. The only one with mossy wooden walls. The only one with bramble instead of a garden. No wonder they were okay with pets.