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Walked by a house recently that had come on market, whilst walking the dog. There was a man stood outside, perhaps 55 but looked 65. He was topless. Had the general air of hoboness, but appeared to live next door to the house on the market, as he stood on its little path strumming a guitar that he could not play a single note or chord on. As he saw me, and my dog, he started to laugh uncontrollably and then sing "shaggy dog... shaggy dog" whilst hammering his guitar.
I did not book a viewing on the house.
Yeah. Go scope them out. Say hello. If they are crystal meth heads or have three rowdy jumpy toddlers then maybe have a think about things.
Worth just loitering around at different times of day to check out whether there’s some dick nearby who is partial to loud techno each and every evening until 11pm. These cunts do exist and you don’t want to exist near them.