The house is located in a working class area. Nothing wrong with that; however, it is also unfortunately an area with a lot of addicts and homeless people. Nothing wrong with that in itself but you should expect that. Research “Rampart” and “LA Rampart police station” and trust what you read. The house looks ok from the outside, but inside is dirty and not well maintained. The walls, the floors, the closet and closet doors are dilapidated and dusty. There were paint spots on the raggeddy bedroom wood floors. The curtains were old and dusty. There is no lock on the bedroom door. When I asked host if the keyhole in the door worked, he said I could use the metal hook from the outside face of the door (in other words, bedroom has no lock, and actually someone can temporarily lock you in from outside the bedroom door). The bed was old, the mattress squeaky and uncomfortable. The bedroom is at the front of the house, so my first and only night there I kept being woken up by sirens and honking cars. The bedroom was heated, but not the rest of the house, nor the restroom you are assigned to. The glass shower partitions were dirty with a thick film of soap. The shower floor had a thick brown mat with a sizeable chunk of mold in it, with a dirty old towel on the floor outside of the shower as drying mat. The wifi was spotty, I had to keep re loading for something as simple as checking my web-based e-mail account. The backyard was dirty and poorly maintained, with an old BBQ grill but an empty gas tank, and a seemingly permanent fixture in the form of a guy who loves his beer and cigarettes morning/afternoon/evening, playing games in his phone non stop, while talking into the phone in Russian and laughing while looking at you for presumably taking longer than expected when logging into the wifi network. A pretty sketchy guy in my opinion who has apparently lived there for years. On this, host fails to mention that two people live in a shed in the backyard, and that the living room is partitioned for AirBnB guests. Don’t make the assumption that it will only be you, host, and host’s mom living in the house, there will likely be an additional three guests. I originally had booked for a month but only stayed for a night, left the second day and canceled the trip. Abelardo is a savvy conversationalist and inflexible, refusing at least a partial refund saying that he can’t do even a partial refund because of an LA city ordinance. The ordinance is believable, but not as a reason for him not being willing to do at least a partial refund, something fair to both given the situation—he has not responded to me, and Airbnb tells me he keeps hanging up on them. I stopped pursuing the partial refund, because I have actually started feeling sorry for him, if he really needs all of the money that badly maybe he should keep it. One thing is to feel sorry, another to be a pushover in the face of poor accommodation conditions and an insincere and questionable host.