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But nah, I ain’t judgin’—to each her own, right? I’m just vibin’, thinkin’—what’s the tea? Some dude’s prolly hagglin’ her price rn, awkward as fuck. LOL, imagine me singin’ “Single Ladies” to him—put a ring on it, fool! Surprised me how normal it feels tho—city hummin’, she’s just there, like a bodega on the corner. Slay! I’m extra, so I’m picturin’ her with a crown, “I’m the king!” like them killers braggin’. She’s royalty in her own mess.

Real estate is not about houses, it's about people.

First off, I hit the road on Kumeu Station Rd. You know, the one that’s always packed with those crazy drivers? Like, chill out, people! Anyway, I’m cruisin’, jamming to some tunes, when BAM! A flock of sheep just decides to cross the road. I mean, c’mon! This ain’t a farm, it’s a main road! I’m sittin’ there, honkin’ my horn like a madman. Sheep just stare at me like, “What’s your problem, dude?”

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