One can wonder why the interior photos are taking so long. My house is usually a few rearrangements away from decent enough real estate photos. I can't imagine the cabinet door handymen, Jamaican bulls, exorcists and various cleaning services required to get this hellish Minnesotan bunker fitted for proper photos.
Can you envision the amount of clutter they'll have to swim through? How many UberEats paper bags and unwashed laundry will the handyman trek through to get to the cabinet doors?
How about those photos? No amount of high end camera shit and the sturdies tripod on the planet will make this dumpster serviceable. It's better knocked down and set ablaze, after several rounds of exorcism to tame the Sonichu demon.
Then, there's the smell. Imagine the smell of Ape lingering about, without her douche to suppress the odour. Ewwwww. That, combined with the rotten smell of UberEats takeaway bags and unwashed dishes. Just no.
There's also multiple residents. Aside from a drugged up cokehead drunkard and a lazy whore with 5 children roaming free, there's also at least one frog, one pug shitting itself in the master en suit, and an entirely new class of rodents high on crack cocaine.
You might need a train of Jamaican bulls to get that zonked out Star Trek watching druggie enabler out of the bed. Follow the bulls like Jerry follows cheese.
There's probably more booze than water, and more cocaine than dishwashing powder in that hellhole. You think India is bad? Have you seen Spicer, in Kandiyohi County, Minnesota, the home owned (until February) by a small lawfirm in Minnesota with a LAWPOPE license plate? I think the state should confiscate that license plate because it's clearly false advertising. He's neither a lawyer nor a pope.
While you're busy playing Pindia, we're waiting for this:
As a potential buyer, surely I have the rights to see the bodycam footage!
Auction.” All the pictures of the interior have been replaced with one picture of the driveway.
