How about black, orange, pink, green and blue? And, going by the many layers of gloss paint on some of the walls (and the bathroom tiles carefully put on top of previous tiles), the nine layers of textured wallpaper and the back of the airing cupboard, it's been a problem since around 1952?
You'd think that having heating might help, along with the literal holes in the wall underneath where the replacement windows had been crammed into crumbling breeze blocks). But no, not when you're sat in bed, right next to the radiator on full blast and the holes in the wall and the temperature is still minus 4 and the water is running down the wall inside because you're still alive despite the cold and running down the wall outside because the gutters fell off some time around 1998. Then somebody at the council tells you that you need to open your windows (isn't the wind howling through the holes and the open chimneybreast enough ventilation? And making it even colder when it's minus 4?) and their records say the roofspace above your flat was 'fully insulated' in 1995 with entry via the 'loft hatch' in your flat that literally doesn't exist, so you can't possibly be hypothermic, despite your hospital admission for it?
Yet, the answer was always 'just open your windows and take your washing to the launderette round the corner that we knocked down and built a block of flats on ten years ago'. When I moved out, the council went gloss painted over the walls and ceilings. Just to cover it up before the next desperate person took it because it was that or nothing.
If I could have made the place warm and ventilated, no problem. But it never, ever got warm. Ever. Middle of the highest temperature heatwave in the UK, the balcony door was open and it got to a balmy 21 Celsius in there. My place now (not council), well, that has insulation and ventilation. And heating that makes the place warm. No mould. No damp. Just comfortable.
Anyhow, I wasn't in the business of spunking money on fancy wardrobes, clothes or plants. Because, with the rent, council tax and phenomenally high gas and electric bills, I was most definitely poor. Still didn't have me out with a tip jar or begging bowl then, any more than I would now. And for somebody to do it when their girlfriend is incredibly wealthy and they're making more than a normal salary for literally doing nothing via Patreon? From people with heating allowances and who think they're being helpful and empathetic to somebody like them? I don't think you can get much lower than that.