I booked this property for a girls trip with my best friends from high school (three 34 year old moms). I have booked properties on HoneAway and similar websites many, many times so I did not have any concerns. I didn’t hear much from John after I booked other than what seemed like copy and pasted responses to a couple of questions. Three days before the trip, he messaged me and asked me to send him copies of our photo IDs. I’ve never had to do this before, so I went back and forth with him to determine why. He said the building needed them on file so we could use the amenities. I finally ended up sending him copies of our IDs with personal information blacked out. Upon receiving these via email he informed me that I sent them too late. He said the building needs them 72 hours in advance. This was the first time I heard that this was a time sensitive request. He said it would probably be fine. When we arrived at the apartment, John met us there and showed us around. As he was showing us the property he kept mentioning previous “damages” that other guests had allegedly incurred. He told us not to touch the walls and they had been recently painted. He also asked for my photo ID AGAIN and took a picture of it. I had a bad feeling, but we had already paid so there was no turning back. I kept asking him about pool access as he was showing us around, but was ignored. Finally before he left I asked him one last time. He said we could “probably” get in if we went to the rooftop pool and lied and told them we were residents. The next day I went up to the pool and found out that on weekends, only residents of floors 1-14 have pool access (we were on 22). So regardless of the IDs, we would not have had access to a pool as advertised. The other pool was closed for construction. We had a good weekend, the apartment is nice and in a good location. Before we left, I took pictures of all the rooms because I had a feeling he was going to try to pull something on us. We threw a load of laundry in, but there was no laundry soap available. That afternoon John sent me pictures of “scratches” on the white leather couch (1/2 inch black marks that could have been there before our stay and small enough for me not notice when I photographed the couch that morning), two towels with makeup on them (simply needed to be shouted and washed again) and a paper napkin in the toilet. I’m currently working with my lawyer to collect the $600 he still owes me.