Level Clean began with a dream, a bike, and the kind of grit that comes from wanting more out of life.

Back in Miami, I was living in a small apartment with five other people and working part-time at a restaurant just to get by.

Money was tight, space was limited, but I had a plan: to offer honest, hard work through quality cleaning services—no matter what it took.

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So, I built my first setup: a second-hand bike, a taped-together pole, and a delivery box packed with window-cleaning essentials.

Every day, under the blazing Miami sun, I pedaled through neighborhoods, knocking on doors, and offering help. Some days stretched 10 to 12 hours.

I cleaned everything from modest homes to high-end properties, learning to adapt, work hard, and earn trust one client at a time.

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Then came a moment that still means everything to me— the day I upgraded from my bike to my very first work truck.

It wasn’t just a vehicle; it was a symbol. A sign that the early grind, the heat, the long shifts, and all the no’s I heard had turned into real progress. That moment filled me with pride and motivation to push even harder.

Eventually, I moved to Texas to start fresh. I brought that same hunger and belief in service with me. And that’s where Level Clean was born.

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Now, Level Clean is more than just a cleaning service— it’s a company rooted in hustle, growth, and personal connection.

From those long Miami days on a bike to the thriving neighborhoods of Dallas, we’ve stayed committed to delivering exceptional work, no matter the size of the job.

Our mission? To strike through the dirt, cut through the grime, and bring joy back to homes—just like I’ve been doing since day one.

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