Unreal Estate Part V... Karma Place near cooked

There lurks about a predatory zeal until commissioned vultures lose patience with its appeal, until cut and run is more fun than the economics of the unreal and the gifters who now practice a catch and release, now with fading incentive to tease with a tug of the bait, no more reason to hurry a locked in rate, growing weary of the fading potential for their compensation date. And though this of late has been our fate, we remember with whom we now stand; new found friends and community in hand. And few can possibly refute our intentions to project our particular attributes, conventions and convictions where lines are drawn in the sand, we now sit awaiting the next portal to jump through... because that is what we seem to do. Until then, we need another experimental martini party.