Well, “penthouse” is at the very least an exaggeration of this dingy four floor walk-up of a disgusting old building that smells of vomit and mildew. The host left unclear instructions on how to enter so I had to knock on a neighbor’s door on where the place even was. The room was tiny and freezing. Luckily, there was a heater in the closet. Oh wait! When I tried to use it, it stated SMOKING. The electricity went out TWICE my first night stay, and the gas heater in the house was buzzing so much, I opened the window in the living room as to not DIE from asphyxiation, not to mentioned possibly being murdered as Jeffrey Dahmer’s apartment here greets you with wall of hardware and power tools and you want help but lie awake at night wondering if you’re going to be murdered with the constant noise that creaks through the place. Terrible. Glad I survived! Don’t take your chances.