Yay! My clothes are back! None of my underwear is being sold on Craigslist.
A woman in another unit knocked on my door to say that her boyfriend had grabbed my clothes from the washers by mistake. "Are you the one who lost their clothes? Yes? Oh, I am going to kill him!"
I'm so glad to not have to deal with insurance or buying new clothes. Neighbor lady was right: "Girl, no one has money to just be replacing clothes like that." Damn straight.
So now I have my clothing back, having gone through the character-building exercise of sifting my underpants from her laundry in her living room. Special times, special times.