As soon as I advertise a property: It sells.
>Excuse me while I polish my knuckles on my shirt.<
Look at this great one I just promoted through direct mail in the West End.
The postcards went out. The place sold. Just like that.
This is great news for my sellers. But think of the poor mailman.
He just gets around delivering my notice that this fantastic two bedroom is up for sale, and then, what does he have to do? He has to make the rounds again, just a few weeks later, saying it's sold.
I feel for his legs.
But the owner's are happy. The client's happy. I'm happy. Everyone is happy, I guess, except for the mailman.
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