My college-apartment had some weird structural choices going on. It was laid out like a Y, where the bottom of the Y was the entrance and the bathroom, and the left branch was the bedroom/livingroom, and the right branch was the kitchen. Since the walls were heavy, heavy concrete, the bedroom and kitchen were separated by a massively thick wall that stole a lot of available space. It wasn't a load-bearing wall - all the walls were just super-thick concrete.
The bathroom was the biggest single room in the apartment by a LOT. It was entirely tiled, floor to ceiling, and the sink and toilet were crowded in right next to the door, while 2/3rds of it was taken up by the biggest shower I've ever seen in my life. The bedroom had a weird kind of C-shaped layout that made it nearly impossible to furnish properly. The kitchen was mostly okay, except it wasted a lot of space on open floor, and crowded the very tiny oven and stovetop and everything into one corner. I had to buy new oven trays because my regular ones were to wide to fit in the oven.
The floors (other than the tiled bathroom) were all linoleum glued right into the concrete base of the building, with no insulation whatsoever; they were permanently freezing, even in the height of boiling summer heatwaves. During the midwinter freeze - when outdoor temperatures dropped to -25C and snot froze in your nose when you stepped outside - I had to wear three pairs of socks and sturdy slippers to be able to walk around indoors without my toes going numb.
The bedroom corner where I kept my bed was right next to an empty closet. Due to the way the surrounding apartments were laid out, that empty closet became kind of a sound-amplifier, so I got to spend my nights overhearing what my neighbours were doing with remarkable clarity. Most nights, my next door neighbour played Guitar Hero very badly. Three times a week, the person upstairs was, I swear, roller-skating in their livingroom. A few times, I heard someone crying, sounding as though they were inside my closet. They were sobbing and babbling in Chinese, so one of the neighbouring apartments probably housed a Chinese exchange student.
... also our college was housed in an old decommissioned military base from 1909, so our studios/classrooms were actually in the old ammunitions storage. Our classrooms had steel doors a foot thick. =D
This isn't so much shitty architecture as it is a fun cultural difference, but - we hardly have any laundromats at all in Sweden. I think there's, like, one in all of Stockholm? There are dry cleaners, but no laundromats anywhere. The reason for this is that every apartment block comes with its own laundry room in the basement, available to the residents. If you live there, you get to use it - just book a timeslot. Also, lots of people have laundry machines in their bathrooms, even in apartment blocks that have a laundry room available.
I know plenty of tourists have been tripped up by this, as they look for a place to wash their clothes mid-vacation. You, um, can't really do that, here. Sorry!
