I never saw or met Vincent, he sent me a text the day we were supposed to check in and then was rather unresponsive the rest of the week we stayed at his place. Because of this, I didn't know what to do with the trash. It was very clear that Vincent never lives in this unit. You could tell by the cheap TJ Max decor, wooden stand up posters that read, "All you need is love and a cat," and "Forever grateful." It was all extremely cheesy. There were no bowls in the unit and only two rolls of toilet paper in the entire place. Even as I'm writing this review these seem like very small and minute details. But the fact is that we payed a ton of money to stay in Vincent's place, I know he made a killing of it, so I think it's fair for me to demand a little more than the absolute bare minimum. Going out and getting bowls and maybe some comfier pillows and sheets would be incredibly easy, affordable, and doable for someone like Vincent who owns a penthouse apartment in New York City that he clearly never stays in. On the last day, he told us he would send the maid at four o'clock because we didn't plan on leaving until three. She got there at two thirty. This may not be Vincent's fault, but it was just another strike to his name. The neighborhood was sub-par. Rather filthy and close to touristy Times Square, but I suppose that's my fault for not being familiar with New York. All in all, if you're looking for a pent house apartment with a killer view, Vincent is a good option, but be ready for zero communication on his end and a lack of functional alliances beyond the absolute bare minimum. In my opinion, if you're looking for something luxurious, you can do much better than Vincent.