So, on the surface everything about this place is perfectly adequate. The location is perfect, the space is large enough to be comfortable, the bed is nice, the couch is great... but then you settle in... and you realize that the entire home is just a giant advertising platform.
It feels like living inside of an unskippable youtube ad feed for an entire stay. There are QR codes to get 10% off the mattress on the bed, there is a basket of snacks in the fridge that are advertisements for certain snacks, there is a bottle of wine that you can have if you scan a code to leave a review, there are some weird skin care products on the counters with ads for how to get them. Everywhere you turn, every object you interact with, there is some glaring form of weird out of place monetization attempt, that never lets you feel like you can just relax. The feeling of having products shoved down your throat at every turn has extended out from the pop-up ads of a bygone era and latched on to the very fabric of reality.
If you are sick of the constant pressure for more consumption, and the world of hustle culture, then this home is going to be a confirmation to you that everything is actually wrong. A bleak reminder of the glaring fact that Airbnb has actually destroyed the housing market in your city for a few extra bucks, and the inescapable truth that YOU perpetuated it.