Wake to loud work zone noise and spend all day with loud boomboxes and painters peering in the windows everyday from sunrise to sunset. The property was unlivable/unusable. Wasn’t told of painting until too late, just before arrival and of course after they already had the money. Bonus: one day the entire apt was taped off sealed in plastic tarps, making for a good concentration camp if it had a little CO leak. Fake happy talk afterward about a refund from “Marin, ops manager.” Like any good crime organization she was careful only to use text, avoiding the formal tracking of the bookingcom messaging system. She then conveniently threw up her hands and passed the buck to amorphous “customer service” once I was back on the mainland. Marin = fraud. The property = total joke.