First of all: The location is incredible. You can walk out the door and see the ocean to your left, and hear the waves at night. There's a tasty cash-only Mexican restaurant just across the street, and a fantastic market that has everything you could ever need if you don't want to leave the house...including hot meals and amazing sandwiches. It is worth mentioning for pet lovers that this area of Hermosa Beach doesn't have any lawns—as such, the nearest grass for dogs to do business is about .2 miles away. That said, I was so disappointed by this rental, I complained to Airbnb, with two dozen photos as evidence, and received a significant refund on my 30-day rental. I chose this place as a no-frills, serene place to recover from major spinal surgery with a family member who traveled cross country to take care of me, because my own home wasn't suitable to my increased needs during my immediate recovery. The apartment itself is weird, and sparsely furnished. It feels like and looks like it is a carelessly converted former garage, and the furniture, linens, and dishes seemed to be an equally carelessly created collection of hand-me-downs. We can and did live with those quirks, but the real issue with this place was how filthy it was. We spent hours cleaning it after check-in, and the host did provide a 30-minute Tidy cleaning session the day after check in, but we still never quite got it clean. Bare feet and hospital socks weren't an option, as they turned black after just a few steps on the floor, even after three mops by us and one by the Tidy team. Definitely a shoes-on sort of place, but there's so much more to it than that. The BEDROOM floor was covered in trash—beer and water bottle, microwave popcorn bag, JUUL cartridge box, KIND bar wrappers. There was dirty clothing in the closet and hall cupboard. There was a huge hole in the fitted sheet and the comforter smelled like other people's sweat and must. Upon changing the sheets we discovered that the mattress was covered in dark brown stains. There were unpopped popcorn kernels EVERYWHERE, almost as if previous visitors had a kernel fight, which is not a thing I realized people do. The "curtain" was just an old blanket stuffed into the vertical blinds frame. The BATHROOM was covered in wet, uniform chunks of hair that made it seem like someone got a haircut in there just minutes before we arrived. Bathroom sink didn't drain. Bathtub was disgusting and covered in black mildew/mold, and it took about a week to kill off the colony of silverfish living in the rubber safety mat. There was a hole in the bathroom floor...which was also covered in the popcorn kernels, the haircut hair, and other questionable dirt. The LIVING ROOM featured the popcorn kernels everywhere, and tons of cobwebs on the wall, as well as lots of gross greasy spots. When we first arrived, we started to check out the sofa bed but the cushions were literally damp underneath when we removed them, so we just stopped ourselves there and created a "bed" using the chaise lounge and the leather ottoman. The windows overlook the large dumpster that serves the entire complex. The KITCHEN is strangely the largest room in this weird apartment. There was lots of hair (and a couple beers, yay) in the refrigerator when we arrived. There was a soaking wet blue towel in the sink when we arrived, that reeked so badly we had to put it outside. We had to wash what little dishes were provided because they had visible dirt on them. Microwave was sticky to the touch and it seems like a bowl of orange liquid exploded inside of it at some point. The blinds are missing the cords to raise and lower them...so by simply lifting them to open windows each morning, they would get stuck open and require several minutes of manual lowering. The windows themselves are rather janky and caused minor boo-boos to our hands and fingers every single time we opened and closed them. Of course, there were popcorn kernels every where. There were two barstools placed at the pass-through countertop, but they're too low by almost three feet; those same barstools are the same height as the plastic Costco workshop table in the kitchen. As a result, there was no place to eat a meal—say a tasty sandwich from that local market I mentioned—except for the couch. It seems petty, but it was quite frustrating. Many of the reviews for this place say it's just like staying in somebody's home, but for me to agree with that description, I'd have to say it's like staying in the family flake's house—that brother or sister or cousin who never quite learned to adult, whose house smells weird and is entirely furnished by random offerings from friends and family with more resources. The relative or friend whose mom still does their laundry for them. The relative who says "oh, you can stay with me when you're in town" and you still get a hotel because you know that staying with them is not a thing you're willing to do, even if it's cheaper. Joey seems like a real nice guy—truly—and I HATE that things were so bad at his place. But they were, fellow Airbnb travelers. Even heavily medicated after my surgery and dependent on a walker, as well as home healthcare professionals, I could not WAIT to leave this apartment. The Tidy team said they hoped we got a discount before they left. My physical therapist joked that killing bugs wasn't part of her job description. Visiting friends took it upon themselves to clean something while there, and ultimately, Joe received a cleaner apartment than he gave me. I did complete my 30-day stay though, due to the closeness of my check in date and surgery date. As previously mentioned, I also contacted...