Real estate agents are real people. I've been told. Unfortunately, the type I have come across have more resembled the 'inklings' from Murakami's Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World than actual humans. I won't go into it but basically, I think they're shit. No offence if you are one. I'm sure you're the endangered 'nice' species. One day, as far away as it may be, I hope to own a living space and hopefully sever the bitches from my life once and for all. If I were to own such a space (and have like, several zillions of dollars lying around.) I would deck it out in Rick Owens furniture and forever feel as if I Am The Shit. Wallpaper magazine calls it 'functional poetry.' I call it 'fucking awesome.' wallpaper
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