The place my dad got when I was in m late teens (classic newly single middle aged bloke bachelor flat) had such thin walls between there and the flat next door... The wall in the bedroom I had there...
That flat was occupied by a couple of guys in their mid 20's and if I was there on the weekend - never mind squealing - the walls were so paper thin that I could hear the smooshing noises and listen in on their pillow talk afterwards

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One time I was there on boxing day night and after events had concluded (a 3 minute shuffle), the guy was like "So will ah see ye for New Year?" and the girl he had brought back was like "......... Naw pal ah'm busy sorry..." and I ****ing laughed out loud! Dead silence. Hahaha.