It seems odd to me that I have to pay for a home inspection before I have even seen the inferior interior. In order to move forward I must do as Im told. In the hope of seeing daylight we must risk venturing further into the unknown. I went by there a couple hours ago and saw 2 Asian twenty something women on the front yard with a giant Pitt Bull on leash. This drive by revealed a more ghetto hood than ever before. Grown men riding about on children's bicycles, young children, seeking to give attention, men working on cars and the smell of ganjah wafting through the fragrance of corn tortillas. Home bound hope found.
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