I couldn't get there before 9pm, the cut off time, so I went this morning. Turns out to be a mega mansion at the foothills, gated property surrounded by 10' high wrought iron fence, with four German shepherds wandering the property. Sometimes our intuition is so right on. I'm glad I didn't go, I might have been shredded to pieces. This morning I ran into the gardener and the client's sister who informed me her deadbeat brother Harley owner is sitting in jail on drug charges and hasn't lived there in 2 years.
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