Right.

You look at tiffany and motion your head to the right.

"Right it is!" Tiffany exclaims

You both walk down the hall and as you approach a corner you stop and look at her. 

"So why are there men here around the age of 56? They would be perfectly fine to take care of themselves.."

"Because they are rich But not rich enough to own a villa or just don't want to be alone..or have no idea how to take care of themselves hell all three!" 

Tiffany laughs at her own truthful joke and starts to walk again to the corner and you can hear the hum of a dryer you glance behind you to see a laundry room but before you can look it over Tiffany draws your attention. 

"but mostly sweetie it's because they can fuck young girls when ever they want and no one will say a word.. We are like bang maids to them."

With that she points back at the laundry room and smiles. 

You turn and regard the pleasant little room surrounded by glass windows the you looks down at an old man sitting away from you reading a paper. You look back at Tiffany who looks even more amused and motions that you should get closer to the glass.  You take a step closer and notice that between him and his paper you see a familiar black ponytail bobbing up and down. 

You snap away and walk toward Tiffany and ask.

"I thought you couldn't do that in the hall way or main hall?"

"That's not the hall way britt" is all she says while she crosses her arm.  "Go take another look Hope is one of the residents favorites" 

You look over from where you are standing and now you notice his paper is shaking a little bit. 

You can feel your curiosity building.