We found a buyer's agent! He's the Broker's husband so we didn't have to search very far. When I spoke to the Agent on the phone, he came across as knowledgable and eager with a wicked sense of humor. As soon as I saw him, I knew he was the right guy. The Agent stepped out of his white Mercedes sporting sun-bleached tips, a pink button-up, faded Seven jeans, and some killer cowboy boots (or as Ronnie likes to call them, Mata Viboras -snake killers-). Ronnie has a serious penchant for python so our Agent's Mata Viboras was a good sign. As Ronnie and the Agent bonded over their love of shoelaceless footwear, I couldn't help but have a good chuckle. I thought to myself, "This is going to be a fun ride."
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